please refrain from making comments about the forest fic. i wrote this, and while it may seem like a good opportunity to make a "TRIGGERED!!! FOREST FIC" joke, it isn't funny. this means a lot to me, and i'd like for it not to be taken as a joke.
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We close our eyes, and suddenly
There's a forest.
Small trees brushing together in the wind,
Miniscule in our hands,
Yet like soft green giants to the people below.
We smell a campfire,
Ash and smoke swirling into the air,
Clouding the sky and filling our lungs.
And suddenly there's water,
The sweet, pure scent of rushing water,
Overpowering the poison smoke.
Soon, coffee floods our tastebuds,
Reminding us of those early campfire mornings,
Sitting outside our tents in silence,
Sipping away at the watered down energy,
Finally at peace.
Then, we begin to hear
The soft breathing of our loved ones
As we hug and kiss them goodbye.
"We'll see you soon," They whisper.
But will we really?
We run our fingers over the flesh of what is in our hands,
And begin to imagine.
Being as large as God himself,
Running our fingertips over the tops of these trees, thinking
"Yes, I created that."
Our eyes open slowly,
And we look into the palms of our hands, to see
We're no longer holding a forest,
It's merely a piece of moss.
So we drop it.
And we walk away.
