Wandering thoughts. A stream of thoughts trickles listlessly through the forest; the forest starts out with a bright sun overhead that you cannot see, but feel, and reflect upon the glimmering water. Darkness grows, maybe because the trees have gotten thicker, maybe because the sun has gone away, and gone too far, become a flickering gold speck between the distant tree trunks. The stream continues, branches, disappears into endless nothingness.

Which one to follow? The words are ever flowing, shallow yet murky. A nagging, almost desperate feeling- for the sake of catching up, you immerse in the nearest stream- it is clear, too clear. Not enough. You want to continue, to find. For the sake of sounding poignant, you notice the sky is unseen. Or is it? It is far away, too away, just like the sun. Grey clouds are skimming across treetops- moving…what is the right word? You are moving too fast- you want them to understand. And remember, and look back, and think of the words. They cannot, not this way. In the beginning it was simpler, and more beautiful- why can’t you stay consistent like them? The stream is smaller, and you feel the forest is ending. So soon, too soon; you haven’t finished yet, and realize you never will.

Thin fog. The forest is dim, fading, the stream nearly unnoticeable. It may not be recognizable when it resurfaces again, if it will. The fog is grey, and unseen; it is simply there, an opaque curtain between where you are and where you want to be. The words are evaporating. Buried deep, reservoirs of water may still be there, mingling with the soil, residing with the roots. Because of this, the forest is slowly becoming more complete- there are shafts of light from a faraway sun dappling white trunks and dancing upon still going streams, and shadows rippling under swaying leaves of light, light green.

And so you wander. Thoughts are wandering once again- there is a feeble hope that series will not repeat, but it does not come from misery. It is more of a wonder, and then a bit of a resignation that you know shouldn’t be.