My new homecoming is in the forest. The whereabouts of fragrance smitten over the pillowcase of wildness and harmony of dewdrops take me home nowadays. Tiptoeing is forbidden in the sheet of fallen leaves, sheet of those that turned brown and those who are yet to.....they all crumble up into murmur. My new homecoming is in the layers of wet green and soft pink and violets of wilderness, with the pungent smell of life that chokes all the nihilistic values I nurtured and turns me into a fresh myself.
My new homecoming is in the deepest of the forests, by myself, once again....
My new homecoming is in the deepest of the forests, by myself, once again....
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