The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear
Fear of what lays beyond the tree line
Beyond safety
Beyond light
Maybe even beyond reality
I cross the tree line unable to look behind
It all intertwines
Intertwines with a lie
The lie of reality and what it seems to be
It’s all disguised as amazing and perfect
But that is nothing but the surface
The tree line shows it all
No matter the brawl
It always reveals the truth
No matter what it dose to you
Rain is like the dripping memories
A mud puddle is like confusion
A dream is like a trance
Fog is like clouded thoughts
A mountain is like a deck of cards
Busy as a clock
Happy as the moon
Big as a yell
Scary as darkness
Gentle as the stars
Fast as time
Loud as a conversation spoken without words
Why must memories never last?
Are they nothing but the past?
Or maybe they are just there to grasp
Grasp for the moment not the hour
Until they stack like a tower
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