Chill

This place that haunts me of a broken childhood and a cold heart is strangly the place where I feel most at ease. My heart is a little less hallow here as i have grown older and ventured off and experienced new ways to wake up everyday.

This place so raw and so simple. Where material is only what your clothes are made of not a lifestyle , yet so rich in beauty that it’s almost forgotten. Most minds here are on a level of unconsciousness that they don’t get to experience the sober sunsets that fill the tree line with crimson reds and pinks so soft you feel like you could just float away.

I woke up and my reality seemed very unusual, for some reason everything was off or maybe backwards… I can’t quite figure any of this out.

I don’t know where I am, why I’m here wait

Where the fuck am I going ? I feel my heartbeat in the tips of toes …am I even really awake , my twisted thoughts and this terrible place seem like my night terrors. Its dark I have little vision, this feels terribly familiar. I squint my eyes real small an try make out my surroundings.

The sun starts to rise from behind me peaking his rays over the big cedars.

I was wondering around by my lonesome in an open field near the Forrest , the fog so thick I can barley see i front of me.

I feel like I’m walking around with a blindfold on; aimlessly going about my misery in this lost place inside my head.

A place where it’s just the trees ,and gray gloomy skies .

I know it’s hard to see but follow me let my foot steps guide you through the depths of this dark wood and Into my hollow heart. An escape within this dimension and the door lies within my soul.

Here’s the key