Silence || Tyler Joseph

Down the path

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Clara
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My feet were moving on their own as I was looking around the forest. It's so green. Plain sprint.

It's a path I already know since I basically live here. My house is not so far from where I am now.

Why do I live in the forest?

Simple question. Difficult answer.

I felt like living in the forest; I like the atmosphere; I like how there isn't any city noise; I like the sound of the wind caressing the trees and the birds chirping happily.

But it has even more meaning behind it.

I noticed how there were some tourists walking around, but also a young man. He didn't look like a tourist.

He didn't even look normal.

He was with black skinny jeans and a white tank top with revealed his tattoos on his arms.

Who is he?

He looked lost and he wasn't even following the tourists, in fact he was going to the opposite direction. My direction.

After a while of following him - practically going to my home - he turned around and gave me a scared look.

"I'm not following you, I'm just going home." I said apologizing.

"You live in the forest?" His voice struck me. It was so nice and low but at the same time so high. At this point I knew he was confused and scared.

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because that's where I like to live...?" I replied slightly confused. Where did he want to get to?

"I'm not lost... In case... You're wondering... Yeah." Was he a drug dealer or something? "I come here often... To clear my mind."

I smiled slightly not wanting to push him around. "Every now and then people need a turn off."

He nodded while humming and then spoke after a while. "So, who are you?"

For some reason I stared at him. I don't think it was the simple question where you reply with your name.

He was too strange to say such stuff.

"Who am I?" I said and he nodded. "I'm a person living day by day, having different thoughts from time to time, taking various choices based on past experiences... And who are you?"

"I'm a goner or at least that's what Blurryface says." He said in a low whispering voice while looking at me.

He wasn't a drug dealer.

He was just as crazy as me.

But who was Blurryface?