archived. now @krysalla

You miss home. The big green canopies of the trees, laying in the grass and letting the sun filter through the leaves, bespeckling you in its light. You miss a life where you didn’t have these obligations that filled your time. It was dizzying, hours spent with just yourself and the birds for company, where nothing could touch you. No worries. The green was all you needed.

This is different.

Without the sun out, the wooded area is like a giant maw, dark and hungry, waiting for a wandering soul to seek it out so it can swallow you whole. You sit across from it on a park bench, watching back.

The trees rustle in the breeze, the only sound out here this deep in the park. They blot out the high rises from the sky and eclipse the city lights. It’s so dark out here, so quiet. Not even the walkway lamps are on. Only the stars in the sky – the ones that can cut through the light pollution – light your way. It’s peaceful. You close your eyes and just listen.

Chittering. A hoarse whisper. Your name drifting through the stiffening air.

You look out into the open maw of the forest.

it’s me feeling like i’ve backed myself into a corner bc i haven’t written most of the series so im like wallowing LMAO one day i will finish the other parts i SWEAR but until then im wallowing!!!!!