tenlittlesoldierboys wrote:One day, I was lonely. It happens quite often but there are some days where the loneliness feels like a dark curtain covering my sight. Like I am trapped in a room without a single window. When these times occur, I like to walk through the forest. I've always liked the forest, because it is full of beautiful creatures but it's still so calm.
My favourite place lies in the middle of the forest. The trees clear and there's a place full of moss, mushrooms and tasty berries. I really enjoy going there during the day because nobody is disturbing my peace and all the forest dwellers keep me company. I share berries with the birds, the squirrel shares its nuts with me and I tell stories to the badger and the rabbit.
But I especially love going there when the darkness comes and moon and stars guide my ways. In the night, when most creatures sleep, the forest only starts to live. The trees start to whisper and I can hear the fairies sing. At night I sit there and watch the stars pass by as the earth moves arount its orbit. At night I sit there and think about this universe and all the others that I've already been to.
Just as I did this one day. While the sun was just about to disappear behind the hills I got lonely. Not because I had no one to talk... Earth is full of amazing creatures - small and big birds, cats and dogs, horses, sheep, pigs, cattle... sometimes loneliness comes from deep inside. Sometimes you need more than just one to talk, but I hadn't quite figured out what that was.
While the last rays of the sun touched my fur I made my way to the forest. I could hear the creatures greeting me - the owl, the fox, the deer and even the woodpecker. I went on going to my favourite place but when I reached it the dark curtains still blocked my sight. I was lonely and not even my little forest friends could cheer my up.
But then someone came. It was you. I've heard many stories about the human race. Their wars, their ghosts, their miracles, their kindness. I looked at you, you were surprised seeing me at first but maybe you've heard the stories about my kind, because you came, sat down near me and offered me a piece of nice tasting chocolate. We sat there in silence for a moment.
Then suddenly you started talking, telling me random things about your life. And I listened and felt how the dark curtains lifted and loneliness was a word I might have known in the past.
My name is Timothy, by the way. I hope you'll allow me to be your new companion.
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