你 hear a lonesome bird call as 你 wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, 你 can taste rain in the air.
Fell it on the breeze.
But 你 don't care, 你 keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever 更多 sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here 你 arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few 更多 steps have 你 standing in the center of an earthy ring. 你 are surrounded 由 stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as 你 do. And others have been tampered 由 the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. 你 haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder 或者 two. 你 don't even pay the boulders much mind, but 你 notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the 日 protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. 你 have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are 说 to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. 你 know this because the 精灵 have told you. 你 had followed them here.
But they have not told 你 why.
Somehow 你 get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For 更多 and 更多 skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them 更多 woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. 你 breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, 你 can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
Fell it on the breeze.
But 你 don't care, 你 keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever 更多 sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here 你 arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few 更多 steps have 你 standing in the center of an earthy ring. 你 are surrounded 由 stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as 你 do. And others have been tampered 由 the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. 你 haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder 或者 two. 你 don't even pay the boulders much mind, but 你 notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the 日 protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. 你 have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are 说 to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. 你 know this because the 精灵 have told you. 你 had followed them here.
But they have not told 你 why.
Somehow 你 get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For 更多 and 更多 skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them 更多 woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. 你 breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, 你 can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
I know what happened,
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
你 told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand 由
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
你 are never
alone.
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
你 told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand 由
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
你 are never
alone.
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
由 an old friend
由 an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed 由 my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
由 an old friend
由 an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed 由 my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
I just started going on the path where my life had no light. I missed everyone from our school who graduated, and I really had many amazing 老友记 there. 老友记 who gave me memories that lasted forever...friends who helped me out when things got bad...friends who were always there for me. I know, however, that they will always continue to be in my heart, even as they went away from me. If they never come back, they will still have left hand prints on my 心 that will never be washed away. Life without the light makes me feel so lonely...like a vagabond on the streets with no home...like an eagle with no prey...like me with no one to cry with. However sad this situation I find myself in...I still know that life will go on...and I must continue to strive to be the best I can be. Even without the warmth of my 老友记 close by, I know that they will always be 由 my side even if they are not with me. All my 老友记 are the light in my life.