The Forest

Before you lies a forest.

It is vast. It is green. It is dark.

The noise is punishing - a cacophony of wind rustling the trees, birds singing, animals growling, and

People.

People talking. People shouting. People screaming and crying and laughing. People silent.

You move toward the forest. You don’t want to. It is nice here, before the forest. It is quiet and peaceful.

Staying is not an option. You move forward, pushed by inevitability.

There is a path through the forest. It is bright and clear and straight.

You can follow the path. The path is

Safe.

The path is

Easy.

You can stray from the path. Some do. They disappear into the dark, into the green.

You watch. You listen. You are drawn into the unknown.

Most do not stray from the path. The box you in and push you along. You are held to the path.

You feel

Safe.

Things are

Easy.

You follow the path.