Prologue
170 Words
PrologueI am the woods.
No.
I am in…the woods…
The woods are in me…
Wood is…me.
I am…
Alone. Unafraid. I have lost everything. I have gained something. Trees, shadows, silence, I breathe in beginnings, exhale endings, alone except for animals, plants, earth…
It wasn’t always this way.
No, IT was always this way. I wasn’t always this way.
I was a father. A man. Son. Husband. Farmer.
The order doesn’t matter.
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There are ghosts, some are lost.
She saw them; they—woman, girl…saw them.
Ghosts. Dead. Chocolate.
Choc…
I remember sweet, because flowers are sweet.
But chocolate, even the word feels strange, like a memory of something I knew, forget, remembered, lost again…it’s all leaves falling, branches reaching, roots grabbing, vines twisting over flesh, heart, lungs, skin…sin, and love…but I am not lonely. I am not afraid.
In the heart of the forest I dwell, not live, dwell…there is a difference…and I wait.
Patient is the earth.
I am patience.
And I wait…
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