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The forest of gloominess

It is dark and cold, and it feels like I’ve been here for hours… maybe even days.

Where exactly am I?

How did I get to this cold and empty place where no human hands could give me warmth?

Where animals do not even dare to come.

I try to think, but the bitterness of this place distracts me

 

I start to walk but I begin feeling this icy numbness.

I want to continue however I just collapse on the never ending ground

Every thing just starts getting darker and darker

My eyelids getting heavier …

 

My head is spinning

I touch my face and realize my hand feel frozen

How long was I out?

The silence of this place bring fear to my mind and pain to my heart

Causing me to shake and I begin to sob

As I do the tears become frozen on my red cheeks.

What has caused this sudden lament?

 

I start to walk but I begin feeling this icy numbness.

I want to continue however I just collapse on the never ending ground

Every thing just starts getting darker and darker

My eyelids getting heavier …

 

A movie starts to play

Of a young man

With eyes that had a smile of their own

A smile that makes you want to join him,

Nice, big yet gentle hands that just told you to play with them.

A voice that made you believe in the impossible as if it could make your dreams come true.

 

I wake up once more and I hope it’s the last time.

I can not take more of this wilderness and all I can think is

who is that young man? I want to be with him.

 

The movie starts up again

And there is that young man again but this time….

His eyes do not smile; they are full of tears

He has lost hope; now his words speak only of loneliness

As blood fall to the floor from his arms

 

Now more then ever do I want to be with that young men

Because I know

That once I was the person, who brought that smile to his eyes,

And that this forest of gloominess is ours.

I need to find him and help him out

With the result that this will stop being the forest of Aokigahara.

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claudia-ramirez
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Published
Oct 26, 2012
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