I followed a boy on his impromptu journey to the forest (or at least what I once thought it was).
he walked with a nonchalant disposition without saying any word. his gestures demonstrated it all.
it’s ludicrous that I reluctantly stepped forward to the vast and dense forest in front of me. I was not scared at all. I discovered amity within the zigzagging branches and peace in this endless labyrinth.
and after a long and intense journey, the dazzling sunlight captures his figure: his tanned skin was wrapped by falling leaves, laying down at the top of the rock (in which I always wonder to see what he’s dreaming).
for once in my life, never have I thought silence could be so much pleasing as that.
My insides are freezing, every ounce of passion I have is boiling down to nothing Echoes of chasmic silence have me surrounded I am overwhelmed by this sudden surge of intense self-loathing By the strong rusty winds, my existence seems grounded
I am turning cold and fragile every second, and all I long for is a wake-up call A call harsh enough to burn my freezing insides I am sick of the urge that wants me to hit my head against the wall Cause now I am well aware of how in my head, the demonic hurting creature hides
I breathe in fear, it rushes through my blood so I could feel it in my bones and veins Anxiety is like my shadow that lingers with me everywhere I go, I feel burdened Feels like I am getting drenched alone in the nagging emptiness, the whole of me drains Even in the happiest of moments, everywhere it just pains