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A walk in the woods
Jan. 23rd, 2004 09:56 pmIt feels like ages since he's been out in the open, walking along the boundaries of the estate, checking for traps, signs of poachers, trespassers.
He feels the lifeblood of the woods flowing into him and giving him life. He relishes it.
And at the same times today he hates the woods. Hates the way they make him feel shut out from the rest of the world, a neverland he cannot walk out of.
There are times he feels hemmed in, a sort of blindman with just one frame of vision, never knowing what happens to the people he meets when they walk past the window that is his only view of them.
He stops to pick up ( a stray piece of paper ) the wind must have brought from some faraway place.
He reddens as he reads it, then he crumples it and throws it back to the wind.
It feels such a mockery when he cannot hold on to those he cares for...
He feels the lifeblood of the woods flowing into him and giving him life. He relishes it.
And at the same times today he hates the woods. Hates the way they make him feel shut out from the rest of the world, a neverland he cannot walk out of.
There are times he feels hemmed in, a sort of blindman with just one frame of vision, never knowing what happens to the people he meets when they walk past the window that is his only view of them.
He stops to pick up ( a stray piece of paper ) the wind must have brought from some faraway place.
He reddens as he reads it, then he crumples it and throws it back to the wind.
It feels such a mockery when he cannot hold on to those he cares for...
