Running through the woods like walking down memory lane, seeing familiar trees with familiar carvings and markings almost a decade old, but still as prominent as when they were first carved by immature adolescent teens.
Stopping and looking at trees all with names of once kids now adults, hoping to decide their life course through words and small illustrations.
Walking up to a very familiar tree tracing shivering fingers over familiar words carved years ago by a younger more immature me, the one who didnt know the dangers of the world she lived in.
Seeing the familiar name of the man i had i once considered the man of my dreams, the one i was sure i was going to marry 'Sloan and Lana 4 Eva' except its hard to marry someone thats 10 feet underground and a rotting corpse.
He didnt know the dangers of the world we lived in, he didnt understand that there were people that had no humanity left in them.
He stopped running.
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RomantizmRunning through the woods like walking down memory lane, seeing familiar trees with familiar carvings and markings almost a decade old, but still as prominent as when they were first carved by immature adolescent teens. Stopping and looking at trees...
