08-13-2019, 04:53 AM
The Forest is thriving. The canopy now blocks the daylight, it is always night. This forest has been germinated from the seeds of early trauma. They extracted the hydration from years of tear filled nights. Slowly, the forest grows. My adolescence is the photosynthesis. Now towering thousands of feet above me, this is where i have made my home. Wandering with the ghosts of failed and discarded lovers who found their way out. Past spirits forever trapped here with me. The premonitions of future beings, not yet formed. In order to clear out the bad, i must burn everything including the good. The orchards that have fed me the sweetest and most nourishing memories. The thorns that have burried themselves so deep, my fake smile covers them perfectly. I soak the forest with the accelerant of my rage. I strike a match of optimism and set the maps ive followed my whole life ablaze. The inferno begins. Destruction. Beautiful destruction. The war within myself can only have one prevail, or we both shall perish. This war has to end. I laugh, watching the crashing forest fall tree by tree. The heat of hatred, embarrassment, revenge, spite...all too familiar. I dance in the warmth. Embers flicker all around, as a breeze of hope carries the smoke downwind. I see the first sunrise in ages. I have either destroyed everything i know about myself, or started the rebirth of a new welcoming forest that will grow stronger from the ashes of the past. I embrace either scenario. Sometimes you must destroy who you were in order to grow into the person you should be
In memory of M.A.S. rest in peace brother. 8/11/2019
In memory of M.A.S. rest in peace brother. 8/11/2019
