We've survived for so long, hoping for a place to heal. A place where I can forget the horrors, the pain, and the loss. A place where I can see the green, touch the soft, and smell the sweet. A place where I can find hope and beauty. I have finally found it, at the end of these beautiful heavily forested lands. A forgotten refuge, a hidden gem, a path less walked by others. Here, I can rebuild my life, my sanctuary, my haven. Here, I can be myself, and nothing else.
I have found a place to heal, but is it enough to make me feel? A place where I can forget, but is it enough to make me regret? A place where I can see hope and beauty, but is it enough to make me happy? Maybe this is what I was looking for, maybe I'm still looking. Maybe this is my home, maybe I'm still roaming. Maybe this is my path, maybe I'm still lost.
