i am lost. i am young. forgive my words, forgive my actions. i am a pressence in a body im not used to. i overthink, i wander. i am but a jumble of words to you. i am a ghost.














sometimes i gaze into the forest above. i see distant lights stare back, so large yet so far. here i stand, not alone, only the few join me. we see the darkness as safety, the lights are warm. the cool wind of the void. we see beauty. there is no cruelty in this forest. only the thoughts of many

existence is beauty.