they all look at him with judgement

laugh and call him names

never thinking for a moment the fragile child would erupt

he is but a storm a in a teacup

waiting to explode

they dont expect

thousands of sharp shards flying through the air like lightnight bolts in a storm

the hurricane that once free grows into something no man can control

the storm in him is lying in wait

waiting for someone to dro...

the noises the forest made were eerie

but that did not scare him

he was an outcast and the forest was his only escape

he trees swayed with the wind and seemed to speak to him

they wailed

and groaned

but to him it seemed they were speaking in words so illuminating he couldn’t help but be drawn

they told him to come with them and to the depths he ran

never seen again...