Weave 13

Luck and Unluck to be claimed by no one. I walk the halls of the deep forest softly, sharply, feeling peace of mind soak into my skin and enter my heart. This is home to me, this calming feeling of simple nature and brutal fact that reminds me of life. She lay there, pale as day in the gloaming, remarkably untouched by the weight of the world. All my life is but one sacred moment, and the rest of the years are filled with catching my breath. The untold waits for all, especially me, who has glimpsed its leeward gaze briefly in my wanderings. O forest, succor me in your lambent light, that I may walk below these sage trees forever. The concrete mazes of man hold nothing but heartache.