There is a single Bird calling in the distance, deep in the forest. Sweat on my tired arms reflects the afternoon sun, streaking through the trees.
Countless leaves in every direction, are rustling peacefully in the breeze as it passes between each. All together, like a choir, the singing fills the air around me. Such soothing voices without even a mouth to speak them.
There is not a single tree, large or small, without soft green moss over it's bark, from top to trunk, and along the branches. I feel strands of my long hair stick to my face after running/exercising.
As I stand in the middle of a dirt road, I can still hear echos of my own voice in my memories, my screaming into nothing, over and over again, until exhausted. Knowing, one day I won't remember what I was ever screaming about or why, if I even remember the day at all.
All we seem to do is hurt one another. Pulling and pushing, trying to get people to move in our direction, as we change and move constantly, ever lonely, ever searching. We're bonded by feelings that are either dying or growing, being fed by our hearts with caring, being neglected, or totally ignored.
We misunderstand one anothers intentions and motives constantly, their reasons or struggles, yet we always think we do. That we read between all the lines correctly, and got it figured out right.
How certain we are, that we know why those we care for, do what they do, when really, we don't know. For, we're usually too terrified to just reach out and ask, and possibly look foolish or vulnerable in the process.
So we act as if we know, Reject because we feel rejected, hurt because we feel hurt, and protect ourselves with insensitivity, so we don't feel vulnerable. I get it, because I've done it all too. I'm guilty of everything you could possibly do to me, if not from my actions in the past, then by my possible actions in the future. If not to you, then maybe to someone else.
So, the cycle of suffering moves through us like a current of negative electricity, and we are it's necessary conductors. Though, the circuit can be broken, the connection can be severed, but only individually. Each in our own time, and in our own way.
I like to think, eventually, maybe together we can be like that corus of leaves in this breeze all around me. All speaking together in that warm streaking sunlight through the trees. Light we so desperately want to feel all over our beings, so that we might know what its like to be free of this endless stream of hurt and negativity.
