we were wild spirits gliding through the
forest with the fervor of a tiger. a rush of
life through our limbs, invigorated our
spirits. no weight held us down,
no one subjected us to normality.
no, we shrieked and roared
with laughter. the whole forest
could hear , no matter. our souls,
fiercely and blithely vibrating
our thoughts together, entwined
by sheer silliness; it's not childish,
so twisted our souls were. it was a healing
concoction, quenching the thirst of the soul's
essential needs.
simple yet sweet were those times.

but her eyes
glistens with tears.

she sees the land with blurry
vision. her home had vanished,
and he had already left. she stares
apathetically into the empty forest,
no laughter, no love left in stock.
This is life, she thought. A
cathartic sigh leaves her
mouth, and she goes on.