Once again...the trees emitted from the ground around me and dosed me within their undying presence.It had become a sort of a drug to me at this stage...

Soon,though,I had been introduced to a new feeling,a craving almost.Even though it was still  my forestI had become unhappy and bored with the way it was situated.The sound of people taking became a distant memory and laughter became a haze.I,as was expected,became lonley,a solitary soul trapped within it's own array of ribbon,suffocating itself,making escape impossible and smiling at this sadistic sight...luckly my mind had that covered...

The first time I found something was wrong with me was when a tiny voice crept into my,apparently easly accessable and fradile little mind...but,as we all could imagine,once someone close or dear to you does something odd or creepy...you learn to forgive them...

[Thank you for reading this short...what may I call it...a story nonetheless.]