Sober | The Endless Forest

For the most longest of times I have dreamed about
the events that have happened to me and others at my endless stay in the forest.
I recall many feelings. Like the feeling of new, and almost like how a baby grasp the new air it will breath for the rest of his life. Forever taking in that sober air, until it becomes stained with it's history weather good or bad. I recall the feeling of being coverd with shadows. Ones that felt warm and welcoming.

But I also recall the feeling of dispersel from some. And the leaving of a happy soul.
I recall the deep slumber...and the leaving. That day when I left...it was foggy in the forest..
no coats where worn on we three deer. I ran with a deer I did not know...and a deer I
always have thought as wise. Known as Ghost? I believe that is his/her name?
Then everything crashed...it was like the screen went black. And my limbs never moved again.

And, now here I stand today...What made me come back? I don't know...
maybe it was the drowning bordem of the place I was now in...or the dark
feeling of vanishing into oblivion...feeling like a dark presence never known or
touched.

Many names came to mind...from people who have come and gone. But the
two that have stayed forever, was Stelmaria and Dragon eyes. They both had
a way in leaving the forest. Both had different goodbyes. Both having greater
reasons than any of us could guess. I never really knew Stelmaria...never could
get close without being pushed away, or squezzed out of the crowd...

Dragon eyes, only someone I wish I really could've known. But sadly, I have
only really recall seeing him once. I sometimes wish that I could at least
just spend one day awak with him. Just to ask him questions?
His goodbye to the forest however was to stained with blood and
alcohol to actually have a visual goodbye.

And does? What strang things they are? The word rings like a bell in the mind
of any hunter, or stag? They are about as strang as space. Forever going on until
nothing more. Forever teasing me by walking with other stags. But not me. I can understand why
though. And it truely is simple. It's hard to actually love a deer who can't really show much love.
Emotions evaporated into air, and eyes as blinding as the sun. Keeping out knowledge and care.

Clueless like a drunken man. Never sober, never really alive. Just dieing in his
own opinion on his world. Drinking the lies, the false hopes, the sorrow, and
the cluelessness from his flavored drink.

But at least when your sober you know where your going...

In a way we can all be drunk once...but it's only the ones who choose to stop
really come back to life. So...whenever I am sober...

call.