as i become
more and more
disenchanted
and broken beyond repair-
i go, without a plan
letting myself get
lost in the forest.
i find them there.
or
do they find me?
eyes are locked
trust is built.
a dance
into unknown.
we pause
in the void.
i find the truth i was seeking,
spoken by those who cannot speak.
they are mine
to observe.
i am theirs
to protect.
and
if i am brave enough
to let myself
stop running,
the wild ones
show me the way
home.











This is beautiful ❤️
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