From here I see a fallen pine cone.
An uneven dirt trail leads up to a cove
Dancing dandelion puffs and a lake that has yet to be tainted
Trees swaying to the rhythm of harsh winds, pushing the weakling leaves to the ground
The smell of minty greenery
Birds chirp from their nests in unison of squirrels scratching their way up pine trees.

You sit in the mud and examine the still lake
Contemplating whether to jump in and float away into nothingness
You doze off to the orange light highlighting your face
As the picturesque warm sunset blinded you

He’s yearning for you while she looks for you
She waits at her bay window, scanning the timberland for your appearance
He shadows himself from you in the forest in which he dominated

I know you’re thinking about running away from your life,
Throwing away the past and leaving it all behind you

As you embark on a new path, a happier way of living.

But the thought of running away from your life makes you ache,

A dark, empty feeling, like an abyss inside of you.