#mysterycore

you think the forest is a refuge

yet the trees twist up and away into the sky

bending away as if to aviod the touch of disease

this is not a safe place

the things darting through the underbrush

know what you did

and they are not afraid of sickness

crawl through the window

cut open your heart

fog chasing your heels

with the wind pushing you back

a boy sits at the corner alone under the darkening sky

he offers his hands

(as if in prayer

reaching for the promise that light will come again)

he offers the skeleton of a small bird instead

(he put it together himself)

he tells you proudly

he put it together again and

he felt like a god

(the mercy and the creation of a life in his hands)

[Actual footage of me scavenging at 3:00 am]

i can hear the howling again. and this time it’s not just one thing, there are many

is there anything better than folding laundry outside at 11pm while the setting sun colours everyting golden and something is howling in the distance