My Thoughts

Two strangers

Two strangers meet in a broken forest, never to be seen again.
They walk through the underbrush, hesitant, as if waiting for something to touch their skin.
The first stranger looks at the other with a devilish grin. The second, timidly, walks forward, hoping to be greeted with something good instead of the monsters he knows lie in the woods.
They walk in the broken forest, never to be seen again.
As they walk, they talk. They talk of their lives, of their dreams, of their hopes, even heartbreak. They slowly become closer and closer until they're side by side, best friends for their lives. Their short lived lives.
Each strangers talks of how they got in the forest, how they found their way into the tangled jungle and why they stayed.
Each stranger recounts their moments into the forest. And each knows their story.
Two strangers meet in the forest, never to be seen again.