Less then two reaches a dead end.(Inspirational Poem.)
Walking along in a forest overan with trees and life of all kind. The moonlight shining between each leaf of the tree on a cloudless night. As you stand in the middle of open beauty gazing at what gives you light, what relaxes your mind, what lets you think straight and quick. You couldn't be more thankful for anything else at the time. The moon continuosly guiding you through each serene night when noone or anything else would. Cooling you down from what the sun's heated up. Having let you sleep each night on nothing but happily built dreams from the thoughts it's built up in your mind. Wolves howling up each night, thanking the moon for what it gives as well. The next night that falls, no moon rises up opposite from the sun. Starting to feel frantic and cold as not even a star shines either to open your eyes, you sit still by the tallest sturdiest tree you can find close enough to stay by. As you are upset by the absence of the moon, so is everything else in the forest. Wolves deeply and angrily howling alarming all of your senses, you gaze up once more waiting for the moon to show up. It becomes a blacker and blacker night, everything around you becoming furious. A sudden wind rushing through branches rustling leaves. You stare up hoping it will show up as you begin hearing thuds against the ground closer to you. You wish and think and hope for it to save you, having nothing else that can. One single wolf leaps out a couple of feet close to you. Another following the single staying by its side, looking at your body. You ignore everything letting your tears express your fear for the moment, staying still looking up for that shine of hope. You hear the growling consistently untill you feel the anger against parts of your body, feeling the sharpest of pains trying to tear you apart from the outside. Your forced down against the ground, staring into the blank dark sky feeling the emptiness of your bodies skin replaced with a rushing flow of blood. Gazing up still loving and trusting the moon will come, becoming slowly paralyzed and losing red from skin and clear from eyes. The wolves finished letting there anger out onto you, and leap back into the black air. You close your eyes, clinging onto your trust and love for the moon, and fade away into no dream. The next night, the moonlight gleams all over your world, lighting up your paled shredded and tired body. Your eyes open to see true beauty having woken you up, still paralyzed from last nights anger. You just gaze as you always have, with no pain being felt, and smile and loose your eyes slowly crying out in love as you see what you love the most in your life. Laying, scarred all over, your mind recovering your skin slowly yet you feel invincible. The moon, silently watching you as you watch it. As you smile and pour out emotion from your tarnished body, the moon just gleaming onto you for the rest of the night, your stares never leaving each others.
"And I do Believe it's true,
That there are roads left in both of our shoes,
And if the silence takes you,then I hope it takes me too.
So brown eyes I hold you near,
Cause your the only song I want to hear,
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere."