lovingword

I'm an individual but I'm also a part of a movement.

Kategori: Allmänt

A question so big. 
So hurting, invisible. 
 
To leave something, you say to yourself. 
Time passes, new experiences enter. 
 
And suddenly, you find yourself lost. 
Again, in that same wood. 
 
You thought you had passed it already,
fallen on the small road,
seen the beautiful trees stretching up to heaven. 
 
But no.
Maybe it was only an illusion of it. 
Maybe all you've done is falling asleep under one of the trees in the wood. 
Felt free, yet at the same time feeling you are missing out on something magical. 
 
So you are there again.
Falling on the same road, only a bit further away this time. 
Seeing the beautiful trees stretching up to heaven, only now the sky is grey. 
 
Confusing, that's it. 
You are scared, thinking 'Will I ever get out of here?'
To see something else, find another wood. 
 
Only this time, the wood will love you back. 
 

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