15 March 2013
Follow the path To a quiet spot Pick a dry fallen tree To rest upon Turn the music up Keep warm with his sweatshirt Open to a blank page Of the story of your emotions Take out your sharpened pencil And write Just write Press the lead to the white paper And begin to scribble your thoughts Write whatever you feel Go ahead You're alone Completely alone.
Stop I heard a noise Turn off the music Freeze Nothing Nothing but the wind And some distant cars And an airplane It was merely a leaf in the breeze.
Don't worry I'm safe This new territory will soon become my home The home of my solitude The home of my thoughts And emotions The home I've always wished to have.
The air is cold and frigid Retreat my left hand Into my coat sleeve While my other hand Continues to scribble.
Nervous at first, I was The questions boggled my mind While I tired to focus on writing Will I get caught? Will someone walk by? A rustling from behind I shoot my head around Is someone there? Watching me... Are there animals here? Am I safe?
I hope to soon grow comfortable Of the unfamiliar land Hopefully when the weather gets better And the snow goes away And the sun comes to shine This wont seem any bad I'll like it here.
I also hope my home
Doesn't get invaded.
No intruders.
~And I'm off to explore.
Friday, March 15, 2013 5:26PM
Opuss № I