Hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach

Heart racing a million beats a second

Mind Chaotic

Too tired to breathe

Melancholy setting in

Is this a sign of what’s to come?

Mind tired

Heart tired

Soul tired

Into the forest she goes to find her soul

Birds singing

Tress swaying

The music of the forest enveloping her


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