Someone

Once upon a time, there was a flutter. A beating of wings, a soft touch, a full heart. 

Then, there was flight. Full of hope and love, determination and kindness, power, and above all, fearlessness. 

After that came rain. Sometimes warm and light, with the sunshine peaking through leaves. Most of the time, hard, heavy rain, with big, cold drops and angry sky. Thunderous. At times, a rainbow came. 

The days of anger were many. Too wet, too cold, too hungry, too scared. So angry. 

Then, came sleep. Restless sleep, full of darkness and again, fear. 

What's next? 

Oblivion. 

Discomfort

The world has let me down.

Or maybe it's revenge, or payback for the abuse it receives from me and everyone else. 

But can we just talk? A worldly conversation? 

I miss the talks we used to have: me in a forest, the world on the edge... 

It's been awhile. 

I am not who I used to be. 

The world isn't either.

Except we don't know who we are anymore. Or where we belong. 

I am on the edge of the forest, scared to go out. 

Out is the world and I don't know it. 

The world doesn't know me. The world is thin. I am not. 

I go back in the forest. 

The world does not follow and I am ok. For now. 

Tomorrow is another "on the edge" day.