down the path

He took her to the forest, because he told her there was something he needed to say.

And she at first was filled with joy, because she loved the cool woods, and this boy, and had no fear of what was to come.

And as they walked, she became more and more curious. What wonderful thing could be lying ahead? What could only be revealed under cover of cool-green, peaceful solitude?

And he sat her on a fallen log.
And he told her.
And her world fell apart.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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