I see people in the trees, the bark and the leaves.
They are usually women looking back at me, and I only see them for split seconds.
In that moment I think they are real, as if they were animated, breathing and living people.
I think nothing of them until I realize they don't exist, and then, something inside of me becomes convinced they were judging me in some way.
At that point I know they aren't real, though, so it doesn't make sense to me.
They remain in the front of my mind for days, and they stay until the next time I see one.
Is this a sign of something new forming inside of me?
I am thinking that my father's illness passed to me, and they are beginning.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
