Thoughts From A Frenemy (Poetry Collection)

༎ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ ༎

『 A/N- I was inspired to write this one after listening to 'foreverland' by LilyPichu. Media for the same is attached above. 𐍊 』

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A blanket of silence spread through
a magical and mystical forest,
the insects sang their nocturnal choruses,
breaking free through its patches.
The woods were moonlit
and sprinkled with a posse of glittering orbs,
who made way for a girl's silhouette
that walked alone
a path
which met no destination,
but she poised
no fear for the unknown.

The night was chilly, the cold breeze played,
she had forgotten her jacket yet again
but she didn't regret.

Making slight glances left and right
she knew that those fireflies would be gone
by the end of the night,
but she didn't feel sad
nor any nostalgia
when she saw that diary
on the bench
that encircled the mighty sequoia.

She picked up the diary
though her hands told her not to,
its owner unrecognisable
or maybe forgotten,
she had no clue.

She quickly turned onto the first page,
the title read '𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃',
her curiosity told her to read on further
but her instinct made her feel like
nothing was going as per the plan.

She pushed her instincts aside,
letting her curiosity take her over
and took a deep dive into the diary,
the thrill making her shiver.

The diary read:

❝ I dream of a place that I call 'Foreverland'
-a place of eternal bliss,
a place where the sky's clouded and not my mind,
-a place of eviternal peace.

A place where you don't feel sad
for all the stars
that shine and die every other moment,
nor do you feel sad
for all the dates
that won't appear on the calendar
ever again.

Where you don't feel sad
for all the hands
that were extended
but never reached,
nor do you feel sad
for forgetting all the adventures you had
in all your vivid dreams.

Where you don't feel sad
for all the plans
that were made but never executed,
and for all the innocent souls
that were forever lost
for the silliest and most selfish reasons,
-their voices shamelessly persecuted.

A place where you don't paint your mind blue by remembering all those last times
when you played on the ground as a child,
or when you visited a place never thinking that
this visit would really be
your very last time,
or when your toys awaited to play with you again
but that day never sprang,
or when the moon rised and the sun set not knowing that those eyes looking at them
won't search for them ever again.

....A place where you don't feel nostalgia
for all the time you spent with your internet cronies
whom you'll never meet,
nor for all the friends
that you made on the most randomest trips,
whose names you never asked....
but the mutual joy felt,
was one of your most precious gifts.