Running threw the thickness of the forest. Searching for the way out, but every turn leads to more endless forest. Screaming at the top of your lungs for hopes of someone to find you and help you, but no one comes. Your left to find your own way out. Maybe you dont want to leave the thickness of the forest sorrounding you. Falling in and out of a dream state. Maybe thats all this is a dream. You cant seem to find your way out of. What if your not suppose to leave. Maybe its better not to be found. The cool wind blowing in your face makes you feel at home. No longer feeling that desperation to run and get free. Maybe this is were your suppose to be lost in a world were you can only help yourself. Why not just lay down and let the trees and bushes take over. Fall deep asleep so as to not have to deal with it anymore. No, you will get up and fight your way threw the thickness. There must be a way out. Shouldnt there be?