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Lost in the lost woods.
Trapped in my thoughts
I dont even speak to myself
I keep my eyes fixated on the beauty of the autumn leaves
Their are many paths to choose.
Many intersect and lead back to familiar places
You constantly think
Have I been here before?

Trees speak to you as you wounder around aimlessly
pointing you to thoughts you wish to alleviate in your mind.
I choose all of them. I stay clear and empty.
My day wasted and emotion is gone.
Just pressing on through the woods
Its dusk and still no sign of the entry
I am not scared just a bit exhausted.
I lay against a tree that seems to be meant for resting.
So big and beautiful.
so many stories it has. Maybe it will tell them to me.

We exchange stories for a while.
I found out the bending branches of this beautiful tree.
has an incurable broken heart. It so full of life
but it seems to be empty on the inside.
we have a lot in common me and this tree.
I wish to visit it when all seems lost for me.

I found a safe spot and friend for me.
It gives me my physical comfort along with my emotional connection.
Nothing is more unfortunate than meeting a tree who has had it as hard as you.
It now dusk and I say goodbye to this new friend.
the passage to the world opens up and I am back to where I was.
This forest is enchanted and I was meant to visit.

The lost woods of newlyn road
and The duku tree with a heart of gold.
where I rest and refuse to think of things tied with pain.
clear thoughts and silence are what connects me to this place.
my Terabithia minus the bridge and fantasy.
a real place I need to visit to keep calm and stable
I am not ashamed to say today I had conversations with nature.