Loveless

Walking through the forest beyong the hills in searching for a light. There is no one in sight, just a white blanket of silence. The resonance of my thoughts, that bounces back every second. The truly lonely feeling, Of what is ought to be searched for. Why do I feel so loveless in the lonely night of tonight? The sound of dead birds singing comes to the whirlwind of praying. The hope to go back where I was, The hope of going back to the days. These thoughts melt between my hands, and cannot be touched upon again. As I continue to walk down the forest, The forest beyond the hills, I can hear a small bird chirping, on the tree in the woods. What a truly melodic sound! A sound that sounds so splendid. The lovelessness that hung in the air the sadness of the world.