Forests of solitude

Honesty has always been a value that I have honoured, I apologise to those that I have hurt by being honest, my apologies to myself at times.

Well today I tell you a story about a man, he was honest at heart but at times he just wouldn’t say a word because it bothered him to see people that he liked being hurt. He would bend to their whims at time just to please them, but with every thing that he chose to keep inside him he gained hatred. People would not even realise that the love or respect that he had felt for them at times was turning bitter with every forced bow that he made to them, or every step that he took away from his principles to please them. It could be felt it was shown but never talked about, the love did surface most of the times but with every step that he took away from himself he hated himself.

Sad the world didn’t live by his standards, sad that no one cared, sad that he chose to move away from his principles, sad he grew the way he grew. Sad the world didn’t understand him, sad he couldn’t love anyone because of the intense hatred that he had kept inside. One day he just blew, blew quietly though into the forests of solitude he ran to mend himself again piece by piece bit by bit. He swore he would never love anyone not even as a friend. But alas life takes a turn and the heart does flee. Is the story about to begin again?

My apologies to all that I have hurt, my apologies to myself. For whatever I do I think the place that I belong is the place where I began the forests of my own solitude.


Good night sweet darlings of the past good night sweet fairies, may the angle be with you as soon as he finds himself.