Comperio
It is quiet.
All I hear is the sound of the rapids violently crashing in the river next to me. With eyes openly shut, I struggle to remember what had happened.
I don't know how I had gotten here; I don't know where "here" is,
It is quiet.
I stand upon trembling knees when I finally gather the energy to pick myself up,
I forget myself.
Step by step I search for nothing; step by step I search for something,
venturing deeper and deeper into a maze of trees.
Walking becomes jogging, becomes running, with each of my strides bearing the crunch of the winter snow beneath my feet.
It is quiet.
I shout, only to hear my echo shout back at me; to me.
I am alone; I am followed.
I run from one thing and toward another.
My heart pounds out of my chest, each beat breaking the silence of my surrounding, hitting every inch of the earth before entering my veins.
It is quiet.
I am frightened.
My attention quickly turns from escaping the forest to escaping myself.
I rest, taking a break consisting of short breaths; strong breaths.
I can taste the bitterness in the air as it touches my tongue.
There is nothing I want, yet something I need.
I am caught between a beginning and an end without any perception of time.
It is quiet.
A phone rings, the answer comes:
"already am, always was, and still have time to be."
nice job boys!
Gerg445 1 month ago