I don't want to think
I walk. trying not to think, alone through the whispering forest. admiring the naked trees, so tall and seemingly care free, happyly swaying in the Autumn wind, their branches striving to touch the sky so blue. And I find myself wishing I could fly, fly away somewhere within that turquoise sky where I could make myself over to be a better me, a me that did not think and like those trees could feel free, free of the memories that haunt and steal my sleep. I walk and try to stay empty inside, but... Sign in to see full entry.