The forest speaks volumes in this late hour, winds of sorrow.

To seek a new path or to continue this road of rocks and despair?

Continue on.

Feeling alone yet a presences haunts my shoulders.

Who is she? Thoughts escaping, tears held in..

Time is on our side, isn't it?

Night life grows louder, the moon shines hope.

Is it for me? This presences haunts my thoughts.

Who am I?

Continue on.

The forest sings louder the wind rages.

This presences pounders upon my shoulders.

Reflections in the water show beauty and mess.

Water and wind dance in the rage and silence blankets the night life.

Reflections lost.

Breathe...

Is this just me?