I no longer trust my memories.

They have grown too kind.

What once caused pain

has taken on soft edges…

When I was younger,

I thought loneliness

was the absence of people.

Now I know better…

I no longer believe

that life gets easier.

That was something people said

when I was young…

The forest does not care that I am here.

I used to find that unbearable.

Now I think it is the closest thing to mercy I have known…

The longer I walk,
the less I believe I am searching.

Perhaps I only wish
to disappear slowly enough
that no one notices..

I have walked this path so many times

that it has ceased to lead anywhere.

It only leads back

to the same questions…

The strange thing is not

that people change.

The strange thing is

how long we pretend

that we are still the same…

I envy the trees.

Not because they are strong.

They are not…