I was walking frantically through the woods, trying to find something. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, maybe myself, maybe a long lost friend. There comes a time while we are looking when we just stop looking. Not because we're tired or bored, but just because. The funny thing is that during the time you stop, you usually find what you're looking for. So I stopped & just sat on the ground. I simply listened to what was going on around me. After awhile, I felt lonely so I spoke. I talked to the tree that towered over me, & it seemed to listen. I sat & told the tree about my friends. I told it about my home life & how much I was looking forward to leaving. For so long I just spoke, it just listened & it was simple. Maybe none of us are supposed to find what we're looking for, maybe that something is meant to find us.
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