I’m lost in a forest of the tallest trees, inundated with wickedly bent, sinister trunks, thicket so dense my feet can barely move, the air damp and heavy, sitting like rocks in my lungs. Swiping and slashing, I claw at the overgrowth’s sharpness, aching to lift my legs and run, grasping for vines that might […]

via The Forest — Heart Breathings