I'm here again.
In my thinking place.
I see you're here too.
Welcome back.
Its been a while.
Thank you for coming,
I wasn't sure if you'd return.
I know I wouldn't, if I could avoid it.
While relaxing on the path,
the tree line hides monsters.
There are no animals here,
only thoughts, the ones on the path are safe.
But the ones, beyond the trees,
thoughts of angst, and depression
hide just within the shadows.
They present themselves as horrible beasts.
stalking, waiting for me to step off the path.
Waiting to sink their teeth in me.
To trap me in their web, and never let me go.
It helps to have you here,
sharing this place with me,
the path is less narrow.
The monsters that hide along the edge
are less bold when we share this thinking place.