It’s starting to get dark. All of a sudden, an evening breeze breaks the almost perfect silence of the forest. It moves millions of leaves and brings them to life. There’s a cosmic sigh carried by millions of voices. A long out-breath. A muffled voice trying hard to pronounce something.
I cannot understand what it says but somehow I know it’s something that concerns me. And you. And anybody.
Nearby there’s an old forgotten cemetery. The patients of a mental hospital that closed decades ago lie beneath simple wooden crosses. Their names have been almost erased by time.
Tonight, the troubled patients are hanging on to the roots of these tall oaks. The reverberations of their agitation go all the way up through the trunks and the branches. They end up rattling each leaf. There’s somebody or something there, trying to make itself heard through all the background noise.
I’m not sure I want to understand what it’s saying. It’s getting dark.
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I liked this very much. It brought to mind the haunted frightened trees from the last verse of Tambourine Man. Such a strong image.
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Thanks a lot (also for reminding me of that song)!
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You’re welcome. Excellent post.
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The photo is mysterious and my eyes keep searching for those troubled souls.
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The cemetery is in the forest, a bit hidden from the road. It’s a weird feeling especially when you find out what it is.
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Wow. Ominous and full of mystery. So true about what old mental facilities did with the patients. Maybe they wanted justice or understanding. Thanks for sharing this one.
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