She hears the crisp of the leaves with every step, she hears the ensemble of crickets, toads and rustle of wind at her back. She couldn't make up her mind, to feel scared or to marvel at the living of the night. She sees moving darkness, of trees, branches & animals or construals of a wild imagination. Looking up, there is the moonlight. A moment it was bright & clear, no sooner it was just rays clouded. The sky paints red with tints of purple streaks. It could have been romantic, yet tonight seems a little foreboding. Why the sudden tilt of head above? Humans have a natural affinity for light sources. For directions, for assurance, for enlightenment. Every movement is magnified, feeling every action with such intense concentration can be so draining. Muscles tightening, her breathes sharpening, her chest heaving.
Maybe not. Why should she? She don't understand the need for a fight-or-flight response, yet it feels perfectly normal & logical, even expected. Her body simply reacted, like a tap that brings forth a knee-jerk. She feels ignorant and is acompanied by a deep frown. A frown that brings her brows together, her forhead cringes.
She recalls her favourite stories, of enchanted forests & faraway trees. Of dreams, children & spring. Instaneously, she thought maybe magic was bestowed on her, for she feels different at the strike of a lightning. She still hear her breathes, it remained loud & clear. Only this time, it reminded her of a sleeping child. She still hears the wood ensemble, she still sees dancing movements. She's still in the woods with only nature's light from above. Yet she knows it's different. Only she.
Should she trust her heart and rest her eyes? Or should she brace herself and keeps walking? After all, a night in the wood can be revitalizing or dooming.
It's just a thought away. Simply. Yet perpetuating.
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(An urge to pen down my thoughts for sometime yet I just can't lay my mind on the right words that can rightly justify. With some inspiration I've gotten from my last day of my Bali trip & The L Word, this is the best. Period. )
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