Painting: Sacred Forest - oil on canvas by Vladislav Pantic
I found my soul hiding deep in the heart of a pine forest. He smelled like moss and humid clay. He had silver hair made of rivers waving down his shoulders and his fingers played an eerie song on strings made of moon rays. He was lost, unable to remember me. He was restless searching and searching. He thought he was alone.
I was like him, too: lost and restless and alone. Instead, I smelled like sand and algae. I had blue hair made of oceans waving down to my waist and my heart sang an eerie song on strings made of longing.
I don't know what wicked god had us stranded: one on the shores, the other one in the middle of the forests, but I know of one magical god, who shared visions of him in one of my dreams. That's how I found out what the meaning of my search was. That's how I knew where he was.
Now, I'm dragging my sand being heavy with the water of the oceans, salty like tears, trying to find that forest where he dwells in solitude. If only he turned his gaze towards the sky for me to be able to see his light beaconing among the stars. I'll find him, and cheek by cheek, I'll tell him he has never been alone!
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