Walking through the woods helps me clear my thoughts and make sense of the insensible. Bu, walking through the woods, waiting for that moment when you know you can leave to see that one Person, it can drive you, it can drive you up the wall... er, tree. I'm seeing monkeys tap-dancing on top of airplanes driven by flying squirrels. Hat wearing dogs and dress wearing cats waltz in and out of my view. Gremlins sing Christmas Carrols in that cute piano way they have, Gizmo leading the tune. Whenever an apple hits the ground, it gives me warning that the trees are going to yell at me for trespassing.
My water supply is gone, so now I must rely on the local rivers and streams. I try not to use them very much, because there is no telling what might have fallen in farther up or down the banks. The smart thing to do would be leave. But, I can't do that yet. I have not made sense of the insensible, in this case my feelings for a certain brown haired assassin. So, I'll just stay in the woods till I do.
Even if I die trying.