Chapter 3 THE FOREST OF EMOTIONS

"It resides within my chaotic mind and uneasy heart

Both haunting and reality

The case for me that is

Knowing that those two worlds would one day collide

As when the time comes, I would know what is what

Don't know if it's something good

Probably in some ways, it probably is

For I want to run away from my reality as well

Standing by till my haunting takes over

And that hasn't changed"

Deeper in the woods the voices had stopped. The girl had wondered,

"Were the trees singing or I had just snapped?"

Suddenly, without a warning, a cold wind blew. It filled her with a lingering feeling of an uneasy heart with seething sadness. The air moved ever so rapidly. Here and there it ran and filled her lungs. With each breath she take, a different heartbeat she make. Anger, sadness, happiness, a thousand contradicting ember in each bodily chamber.

The next thing she knew she was on the ground, looking at the trees all around.

The trees have faces. The trees have eyes. Faces painted with delightful cries.

She could hear laughing. She could hear crying. She was in the middle of living and dying. She closed her ears from all those contortions. But the real dilemma was the grotesqueries of her heart's notions.

In truth was, she entered the Forest of Emotions.

A fabled place that was feared and hated. Now that I'm thinking about it, why was it created? Are we destined to feel happiness and supremacy, just to fall into the chasm of destruction and unescapable legacy? However much we want to escape, unable we are like running from Death's cape. But enough of that deep jargon. The mind is a labyrinth. And the experiences are the maps. Do not delve in too much for you cannot know what it is unless you know where you are going.

Now where were we?

Ah, yes.

The girl in the ground she sat. Afraid and wondering where she's at. A myriad of feelings and emotions. Inescapable, intolerable, disgustingly beautiful. A monster with an insatiable appetite. The more you give, the more it gives fright.

It was more than her small vulnerable mind could handle, but in the middle of hardships can we only see a true miracle.

Summoning all her might she stood. She heaved in and as loud as she could,

"I am I! And I do not sway, as much as your pulse may, I fight and fight till my deathbed I lay!"

The shrieking winds stopped. The ravenous gale ceased. And her heart was finally eased.

Once again, she gained her composure. After enduring such inexplicable torture, much more determined she is to find the bard. Even if the road is treacherous and hard.