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I recall walking through the brush,

the light beaming down through the trees.

A lattice of glow salts me all around.

Once it was my first time here.

Nervous, and unsure I was then.

Familiar, I am now, of this place.

The woods stretched out before me like a long natural corridor,

leading me to an embankment.

My phone weighs heavy in my pocket, a constant reminder,

a reminder that this is only a brief moment of respite.

The buzz of the insects, the bustle of animals all around me.

Its lovely. Beauty personified into a scene just for me.

Me, alone.

I walk deeper, and deeper.

Reaching the embankment, I sit on its edge, and gaze down.

Flowing water, far below.

Ducks, Mallards.

They remind me of home.

I breath in the sweet air, and finally, now I can cry.

I weep.

Why must I go to this place. Its beauty lost on my forced asylum here.

I cant enjoy the champagne if the glass its poured in is broken.

Perhaps, I am the broken one?

No, not at all. 

I wouldn't bother coming here if that was the case.

I need this place, to escape.

Escape him, for a moment.

The grass under me itches, but reminds me of my humanity.

Buzzing.

Buzzing.

Buzzing.

Not the insects.

Not the Mallards.

Not the trees.

From my pocket.

Tex Berdfleu

11/24/25