Run Free
They were free. They were together, and free...they just wanted to run and play never looking back and get so lost they lost sight of the fucked up battle torn world they were dancing and singing in. They wished to forget the horrors that were strewn upon the gnarled landscape.
When the feeling of wanting to run subsided they stopped and stared deeply into each other. Until they woke up wrapped in each other’s absolute presence of body, mind, and soul.
The woods they woke in were unfamiliar. They were alive and pristine. It was hard to imagine a place like this remained in their world.
These became their woods. The woods they could always run to. Woods the world forgot about that sheltered their growing monsters within. They laughed as youth faded while they practiced their song, dance, and play. These woods would set them free.
Related write:
https://theprose.com/post/218925/our-woods
Related write: