radicalg:

darkearthsuggestions:

the path is long and the forest is deep. you have a long way to go before you come out the other side– are you sure you want to leave? You could make a home here. 

The forest seems to be whispering “stay”. My footsteps start to sink into the leaves forming on the flatstones, warm daylight turns to a oddly noon dusk. A burnt warmth permeates the sudden clearing my dragging feet come across. In the center, not a chair, but a bed of desert moss–obscene in its greenness in stark contrast to the sepia-turned day. 

A left-brain alarm rings out from my head but is quickly quieted a lower hierarchy of need. 

“Just five minutes,” I mumble to no one in particular, “and then I’ll go”.

“When I wake up I’ll know what to do.”

As the last fragments of my consciousness is given over to sleep, I can just faintly make out, “Not the end yet,” from somewhere just beyond the clearing.