what seemed dense was quite sparse,
the deep hidden emotions
Fear, fear of being lonely
But the forest stands alone
Surrounded by itself
Its mind consumes it
The exhaustion of just being a forest
Giving breath to all its members
Tall and lean
Full of life, but so full of death
All he ever wanted was to be free of himself
Free of the wolves that tore through the forest
Scattered on the ground
Those emerald eyes
They look as though they’ve seen everything they never wanted to
Overtaken by rage and bitterness
Did they ever look lovingly towards you?
But did I look back at them
Who could love a whole forest?
Not I. Nor he.
He stood alone.
Surrounded by himself, a thick emerald mass of pines, but alone.