walk with me >> from the pen of boot
Come, take me by the hand, walk with me a while. We will walk along the path and listen to the cracking of the twigs and the rustle of the hidden things. We will walk under the heavy bows of trees, their shade a blessed dark and green cloak, shielding us from the sun. We will walk between the bushes, the leaves brushing against our legs, sometimes scraping, sometimes caressing. We will walk amongst the flowers, their scented petals crushing under our naked feet, each gentle step releasing the scent of jasmine, the rush of lavender. We will walk along the winding path, the sun sometimes glinting through, and we will be warm, but then we will be cooled by the moist breeze through the heavy trees. We will walk and we will talk, but we will not talk of things, we will only talk of not-things, our words babbling like the nearby creek, senselessly and quietly moving along, not thinking, just moving and breathing. We will walk together, stopping to listen for the chirping of birds or the silence of the forest. We will walk together and just be. We will walk until the end, whatever that might be. Walk with me, inside my heart, my friend.
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