Oh well, I have been better than this days. Being alone doesn't really help but, I'm doing my best to be good and pass my exams at the university. But I still wonder... where are my friends?

My forest

A forest grew by my place, where I was standing. This forest gave me the gracious wind, the shadow on hot days, the fresh air that made me feel better when I was sad and the warm feeling when I was cold. This forest was enormous, full of life, and from one moment to another, it grew and expanded upon the horizon. Inside, I felt happy, like that forest was my home. Inside, I didn’t have to worry of anything. I was happy. I was even happier when suddenly I saw people coming inside and the salute me energetically. Those people played with me, laughed with me and I felt for the first time that I belonged to a group where I felt happy and joyful. Soon, the forest was full of life, echoes of kids could be heard across the forest, laughing, enjoying the time playing. Those echoes could be heard from kilometers ahead inside the leafy forest. But one day, everything changed.

Suddenly I just heard echoes from those days, searching and looking in every shadow for someone. But everyone had gone, no one had returned and the forest fell silent. I was alone once more, but with a pain in my heart. This forest began to transform and it was a nostalgic place, remembering those happy moments that existed in a distant past. I only heard the echoes and remembering of those days in the carving woods of the dying forest.

My loneliness got stronger every day. Without anyone there, finding just my shadow, I cried day and night, screaming in agony. And then I realized, the forest became a mirror of my heart. While my heart started to die, the forest began to do the same. The happy, green, lively and safe forest, soon began to transform into a dark, fearful, dangerous forest. A mirror of my heart, this forest was. As my heart dies, so this forest dies.

I’m only a ghost of what I was in the past. A ghost of what I could have been. A sad, lonely spirit that walks in this deadly forest, searching for someone, searching for those days when I was happy. The echoes laugh of me, they still are here, and those echoes of better days, still can be heard on this desolated forest. My heart is in pain. My soul restlessly search for a beam of light on this dark place of doom. But I’m alone, in this dead forest.

Soon, just ashes will be left. The echoes of happiness and joy will disappear in oblivion. This happy dream will end shortly. My soul will never find again those happy moments again. And, in this crazy search of this, it will fell on madness. Madness from find once again those happy moments, those days when I was happy, surrounded with people that I called… friends.