My Place - Chapter Two

I look out the window, the window within my space, the window that show's my future, the one that’s here, it show's me what's really going on.
It's bright outside, the sun’s beaming down; slowly and surely making its way through to my window, and it’s something exceptional, so special. It’s not just the sun; it's the warmth I’m getting from the rays, the warmth from him. Him being someone only you and I know, or maybe just I? I know him, my safety net, within my four walls, with him looking down, I stand gazing out the window. It's so beautiful this view. I'm looking at the forest.
I have memories of walking around that place, that place being somewhere so familiar and close, yet so far away. It was once a place I felt special, but it’s different now. I tingle when I think of going back there, it’s exciting, and it’s my place. It’s where I belong. I belong there. In the heart of the forest. “Let’s go back there” I hear myself say. “Let’s go revisit them memories, back in there, back where everything was perfect.”
There are so many different types of leaves laying on the ground, all with their own set of DNA, everything full of life and pumping their love all around, feeding it to me. Flowers blooming around, showing their delicate faces. Everything feeling perfectly at home, in their own surroundings, swaying and sharing secrets with one another. I love walking back into here, no-one realises the real truth about this place, it’s magical, I want to freeze the picture. You should come here. I look behind me, what’s really there? The place I’ve grown around, the place I want to stay? No, I want to be in that field with the laughing trees, bees, butterflies, flowers and the vivid colours. I have once returned, to my real home, where things understand me, doesn’t pretend that it does, it does, naturally. Humans were strange creatures, something interesting about all of us, but here, in this arch around this entrance, it’s quite different. It’s drawing me to this place, we match, I touch a leaf nearby, I take it into my hand carefully, I stroke it. Feels like velvet. The green mesmerise my eyes, my whole body. I feel a touch, a light, gentle touch. These hands took mine into theirs, “Your not alone, I’m here, I’m always here, I’ve always told you I will always be with you, no matter what” he spoke quietly, yet comforting. “Like you always promised me? And I didn’t believe you?” I replied. He just smiled, touching my fingers, he takes my face. “Your eyes, you’re tired, you’ve been through so much, your eyes are tired” I’ll always remember that.
I begin to walk. Slowly, slowly into this comfort spot. The grass under my feet brush lightly against my skin, I hear sweet nothing’s, whispers from far away. Music to my ears, I take them in, they make me smile, and I feel so special, unique, like the only thing that matters. He treats me like that. He respects me, he brings me to this remote place, he situated me here, and he wants me to feel this. I love him, “oh thank-you, thank-you for everything, I love this place, you know the real me, I love you, I really love you!” I say out loud. I don’t care who hears me, a big gust of wind come blowing my way, lifting my hair and swirling it around, everything’s rejoicing how I feel. I’m home again. Your something extraordinary, there’s no way to describe you, your love, compassion, your honesty, I don’t deserve you, I really don’t, but I’m grateful, truly grateful, you’ll always love me, won’t you? He will. “I will” he whispers.
I take a picture in my mind of every section of this forest, small, intricate images. I’ll always record and keep these forever. This place has become a huge part of me now. I walk past it everyday, in there everyday, and I just focus my attention on the colours, the breeze, I’m wrapped up tightly in my coat, I feel at home every time I see it now. It’s the only thing that makes sense in this world; it’s my view out the window. It’s apart of my home. Never make me leave this place, please? I’m trying to be me again; I want the sunlight on me forever. Glisten your sparkle into my eye; weave your power into mine.
I’m standing at my window, I hug myself firmly. The memories. That walk, that journey. A journey that happened a long time ago, a journey I love to re-visit. I stand weary at this window, I wipe my tears. I begin to cry, cry so hard. I want everything back. Back to how it used to be, simple. It’s a journey that has to finish, I have to begin a new one. Should I be excited? Emotional? I rest my head on the frame. I wait for some time, just standing there, images flicking through my mind. I couldn’t even tell you, what was running through my head, but I’m aware of everything around me, I stand watching, the sun begins to set down, slowly but surely, the colours all blend, blend to bring new fascinating colours, I’m amazed. The new day will begin soon, the new day, my new start, my new journey, my new life. I smile and take back the curtains, I neatly prop them behind the tie-back. I stroke them into place, they feel soft. This is what I want. Everything I want is right here, right here with me. I want to rest, I need to rest, too many thoughts. I enjoy thinking, I find it helps, people always comment on how dangerous it is. I don’t find this, thinking is my very source of who I am, I project from my thoughts. I’m unsure. I’ve done enough thinking, the new dawns coming, I’m at my home, I have everything I need, I have the love I’ve always wanted. We share something special; it’s the only one of its kind. I love it. I love us. I love you. I know about true love now. My place is my love. You are my love. I rest my head down, I pull the blanket over me as I squeeze into a small bundle, and nothing can spoil me. Nothing can spoil me no more. Everything makes sense, the forest wave me goodnight, I close my eyes and think, go deep within my soul, our soul and find what really matters.