January 16, 1999: Unexpected friendships bond loyalty
I’m not carving modern day reality into my forest—I only wish to let her live a much more respected life. It’s my wish to one day write deep within her soul—to bring to life portraits, to lightly place a simple path upon her soiled floor, to walk upon, within and through, to gather thoughts placed there by the wind. Again, I bring no harm to the tablets you call your journey. I am here to observe—to learn from you and then share it. My forest, don’t be sad. The sun rising brings color to your leafless limbs—a new song is born each time I look within.