A Lush of Branches

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In this night,
I'll walk.
To nowhere in particular.
Only to be greeted with hanging branches,
and lost words.
With ease I'll push them aside, as I do to you.
Only to find nothing lies on the other side.
Branches will easily fall back in their place.
In the mist of foggy obscurity,
hazing my already dreary eyes.
I'll find myself lost,
as I always do.
With no where to get out,
only greeted with mesh grass and tall trees,
And in this dream,
I'll fall, with no resolution,
Until you akwardly hold me,
but it's never you anymore,
it's always another person,
another branch in the lush of trees.
It seems when I try to run and hide,
Shroud everything,
I'm snagged, but on only a branch,
Simply, but I still can't seem to break away.
The more I resist the struggle,
tighter I am intwined.
Until finally I give into complete resolution,
and am trapped within this humid lush,
but I am happy.
But it's only a dream.
And tonight,
I'll walk again,
But to no where in particular.