Today was a shit day. The person I miss most isn't answering, I felt alone, excluded, berated and realized that my side job is severely dragging me down, which I didn't think it did. So I layed down on the forest floor, to clear my mind a little, because that kind of privacy really helps. And I just wanted to stay there. Stay there while the forest was ever getting darker. Stay there even when it started to rain. Stay there, with occasional moths fluttering before my eyes. Be forgotten as a lump of black fabric was left behind. Be absorbed into the ivy and dried oak and beech leaves. Listen to the tiniest sounds of the forest all day and all night. Lose focus on the rest of reality. Just my small little spot. Look up as the branches changed their pattern. Just me, and the forest, my individual conscience slowly waning.