"I meet so many.. I don't think I'm making any progress.."
August 23, 2009 - 4:17am — Moss
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The sunlight seeps through the canopy of the forest as I rest, now. Since the day I awoke in the forest, it's been endlessly bright and warm. I have no complaint, but it would be nice to see a change of weather for once.. I've always wondered what rain should feel like.
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My head is cushioned by a fine, soft bed of soil, leaf litter, and lichens. Above my head, the flowers bob in the breeze- such lovely, dainty little things, doing their dances for me..
I wonder, sometimes, what they might think of me? I spend so much time with them, I'm sure we must be friends by now..
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Look at me.. making friends of flowers! Next, I'll be talking to trees like that orange fellow.. what a sight that would be!
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If I were to turn my head.. just slightly.. I'm sure I'd see another deer laying nearby. I'm afraid to wake them, but they're so terribly close- I-I wouldn't want to seem rude by walking farther away, either! They smell a little sweet, though.. a doe, maybe? Farther away there seems to be a sort of commotion, a group of deer playing, I think. I envy them..
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Hm..
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My thoughts have strayed to the doe known as "The Fawn", now. She's so terrified of me: I'm ashamed to say I follow her. I can't seem to help myself, though.. the poor miss seems to lost, angry.. if only I could get nearer and tell her that it's OK? I could never bring harm to another, especially not one to timid.
I have seen others around, too.. that shy away from fellow deer. I can't understand them! I don't know how to approach them, how to communicate without feeling like a villain! I don't even know why I want to or why I try so hard to. I couldn't possibly see myself in them.. could I?
I don't think I want to dwell on it, now. I want to get lost, again, in the lovely motion of the orange petals around my head...
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I exhale a sleepy sigh. I feel so weary, exhausted.. traveling so much...
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Ah, such lovely orange faces... against a golden blue canvas.. I let my eyes close to the sight, close to the white rays of the sun..
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I like it. :3 Poor guy, he
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