Tall, ancient trees stand tall against the darkening sky. Green leaves flutter against a light, lucid breeze, clinging to their lifeline of branches. Their bark seems all-knowing, their branches ever-reaching. In the midst of these divine life forms, a small girl sits, trembling with sobs. Around her, the forest is silent, as though listening carefully to her suffering. She turns her head to the purple sky, her neck straining and eyes squeezed shut tightly. Breathing calmer, she looks to the side, running a finger over the smooth surface of a leaf that has lost its battle with the wind. She smiles down at the piece of nature, then up at the tree behind her. To her, this leaf is a sign not only she is losing pieces of herself with every passing day. The tree stands tall behind her, and she finds its presence comforting, protecting. She will never understand this, but the tree feels the need to help her, even though it doesn't know how. The tree has a motherly aura about it. She curls up against the rough bark and smiles, her tears drying up. The forest smiles contently back at her.
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--short stories and vents--
Randomsometimes when I listen to music I'll get into the mood of the music and I have to write to get myself out of that mood. other times I am already feeling blue and need an escape so I write my feelings away. this is the product of that~
