I feel as if I am purely l o s t. {Inside the mind of Fest}

Sometimes I don't know how I would go on without the silence. The other fawns gawk at me as if I'm absurd, analyzing everything around me instead of just rolling around in the flowers as they do. But what other choice do I have? I look undistinguishable from every other fawnling in the forest, how am I ever going to be different? Am I different because of the life style I am choosing; solitude? Can a single fiber in the strand of emotion seperate you from the herd? I don't have the answers to all the questions. Could this be what I'm searching for amoungst the trees and brambles; answers?
Could I still find them there?
If I were to run as fast as my troublesome legs could carry me would they lead me there?
So many questions.
So little time.

I feel as if I'm being rushed, by a clock that is stuck at twelve and a stag with sharpened antlers. They push me forward, never ceasing, even when the snow falls or the music echos through the hollow tree. I've been sleeping alot lately. I'll wake in a mushroom circle or soft patch of earth from the most wonderful dreams a being could conjure. I'll lay half dozing to gaze up at the canopy to see the wood doves flittering around the uppermost branches and watch as stray leaves gently swoop down to earth around me. During times like this my dreams seem to become reality, offering a oasis of comfort to a often shakey world. I feel as if it is so quiet and still that I am the only deer in this vast place. My dreams seem to be my only protection against the stag with his sharpened spears and the clock that will not cease. One day when I grow strong I will face them with my own set of antlers, and I will defeat them; one day.

Today was a fairly good day however, because I found and ate a pinecone.
It was quite tasty.

The Endless Forest

I feel as if I am purely l o s t. {Inside the mind of Fest}

I smiled at the last part.

:] I'm glad, I was smiling