Heilender Wald
What ails you, kindred spirit who pines to be among the rolling hills of evergreens forevermore? Who has placed the weight of a thousand broken promises, one hundred thousand crushed dreams, and a million lifetimes’ worth of pain and anguish upon you? Who drags you through the mud to the other side of the river only to ask you to fetch something they forgot back across the way? Who has hurt you so, drained your aspirations for their own and shot a hole in your heart, carved a nice space in your abdomen for themselves only to abandon the shelter when the blood started to stain their fair clothes? Did they watch as your forest burned, having lit the spark themselves? That window is your favorite, correct? The one that has the impression of your elbow from where you sit and watch that particular part of the forest. You sit with your hand holding your chin as you watch for nothing to happen. It already happened. That forest didn’t stand a chance, but this one does. You are diligent, perhaps too much so. The ranger has asked you four days in a row now to leave your post and yet you remain at the ready. If those bags under your eyes are any indicator, I would say even if there were a fire, you’d be too out of it to notice. Calm down there. Turn around and have some tea. We have a lot more to discuss than the contours of your favorite part of the horizon.