Meet me where the spirit meets the trees, down where old souls seem to linger, as if trapped in a story louder and much older than themselves. Find me hidden under moss, wilted and covered in dew. Look for me in every place, turn over each stone, walk gently through each thicket.
You will have found me, only in the deepest corners of your mind, hidden in between everything that has been and everything that could be. If you ever loved me, you could find me always a few steps behind, waiting to sink beneath the soil the second you dared look back.
You will find me, in every time and in every place, trying to find the one that is most welcoming. You will find me, once you begin to search for something that will not be found. You will find me, just out of reach of comfort, yet forever in a place that cannot be hidden.
