Sometimes when I'm waiting for sleep I can see you, naked upon the ground, black hair hanging freely to your waist as you sit upon and are wrapped within a blanket dark as night and covered in sparkling stars. If not for the moonlight I wouldn't even be able to discern you in your solitude of the forest that surrounds you. I wish I knew who you were. Why you are naked or even how I know that you are. What is this blanket you are using and how does it look so much like you are really surrounded by nothing but night sky? I tentatively whisper a hello in the night but you don't look at me, you don't even acknowledge my presence. Why are you here? What are you doing? Who are you?
A friend of mine has "the void", for me it's the forest.
Even without knowing, your presence is calming if lonely, it is peaceful if detached, it's communal even though it seems closed off. Maybe someday I will understand it's meaning.
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