A ghost walking through the thicket,
Silence in the air,
But for the crunching leaves beneath my feet.
A slight whisper as water splashes all around,
Insects cry out.
I. Walk through.
Invisible. Unreacting. Observing.
I stop. Turn my head.
Carry on walking.
The crisp leaves of my every step,
The whispering wind that blows so gentle.
The trees protruding, with their jagged embrace.
I notice. I walk on.
Time lacking, never ending.
I walk on. Wonder. Move on again.
The darkness falls,
The forest transformed.
The environment screams. In silence.
I walk unfeeling. Into. Through. Unnoticing.