It was the silence that woke me. The deafening sound of it that carried all the screams for help that was never heard, the ideas never mentioned.

It was the smell of fear that brought sensation back to my body. My fear. Created by the whispering trees of centuries old. Their knowledge leaving pickling sensation on my skin.

It was being alone that truly freed me, for I am a lover of solitude. So I walk, enjoying the sounds and smells of this strangely magnificent place. I walk untill I no longer hear the whispers but only the silence. No longer feel the need to be afraid of the knowledge the trees have to offer.

The taste of the love in the air is what broke me for it was one sided and untrue. The taste bitter sweet in the back of my heart. Though it was addicting, this horrid form of love, an addiction I could not easily break.

It was the sight of betrayal that made it all clear. This world was not a friendly one. The ones you trust now might already have lost your trust, without you knowing. It was the betrayal that made me look further than just the black and white I am forced to see.

It was the realisation that I am in fact not alone. My decisions are not my own. They where forced into my sight of thoughts by those that make me feel alone in a crowded forest. It was Them that made me hear only the trees and not the rustling of birds. The mating calls of deer.

It was Them that made me scream silently. Them that made me fear the unknown just so that They can control me. They where the ones that made me feel isolated between all these magnificent things and lose faith in love.

It was Them but no, it was I. I That fell for Their tricks and Their misleading intentions, I that only saw two colours instead of all the other possibilities.

It was all me.

A thundering echo

Running through my mind

Screaming at me to follow the melody

Vibrating through my bones

Making me restless

and unable to sleep

To the point that I am afraid

To close my eyes because I might just

Die

So I stare at the stars

That seem so far

As I try to touch them,

And I tell the moon stories

Of happily ever after.

And I swing

And I swing

And I swing

Back and forth;

To my hearts delight.

And I swing

Back,

All the way to a time forgotten

And forth,

To a time not yet experienced

And so life goes,

Like as swing.

Thinking of the past

And the future

For not too long

Before returning to the middle,

The present,

The not so fun part

Where you are dizzy from the hight you have swung

And yet excited for the next time you will reach the top.

The tree sisters

The maiden

The mother

And the crone

All sit and watch

The maiden become a mother

And a mother a crone

All sit and wait

For a crone to become ashes

And like a Phoenix

To be born from those ashes

And become a maiden

To the mother

Again

Starvation is now a