B.B. Loring (October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)
Superficial Until The Forest
I was feeling a bit low,
superficial and egotistic,
I guess a slight bit idiotic,
so I drove, only drove,
somewhere that never matters
searching for the hidden place;
The only place that matters,
that was lost somewhere
in my newfound materialism.
There were these tall trees;
a forest beginning,
just beside the pavement on the road;
Trees with high branches
with a few dying leaves left
and a small mountain behind them.
I wanted to stop the car,
just leave it in the road,
jump out and walk into them
and slowly just fade away; only unconsciously,
until I am nothing, only a shadow,
feeling nothing, knowing nothing,
not exactly dying; going transparent,
until no light can touch my skin,
until there is nothing left to see,
nothing left to be.
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