Wilderness

The scope of practice is to lure you to a pathway that is fenced in, so confined you’re unable to fall for the vastness & beauty that’s found within the wilderness, and you can’t even see it.    
   
You like to run with the wild because that’s who you are beneath the surface, it’s why you connect; heart & soul, yet always looking back like you lost something far greater than what you hold within your hands.    
   
It’s akin to throwing water on fire, and all that fire is reduced to ash.    
   
You can’t see it because your vision is obscured by pathways littered with the phantasmagoria, exhaled from all your yesterdays, in dreams that aren’t capable of nourishing you, save the fleeting moment.  
 
Unlike the wilderness, which navigates your internal structures, and compels you to feel something beyond space & time, and therein lies the awe to things that hold your gaze.  
 
Past things, are best left in the past but true to your ways, you pick them up & inspect them further, longing for things at the expense of something real.    
   
Your real is oft just too real for me because you forget, that we know each other.  
 
To me, they’re pesky little things on the periphery that represent echolalia, equating to nothing more than nightmares that disturb ones peace.    
   
You’re not good for my mental health, and the psychological distress & breakdown you encountered is associated with past things and the wilderness knowing more than you realise.

Knowing, and seeing beyond the surface is an ancestral gift that can only be found in the wilderness. I’m not the fire that sets you and your bland pieces of chopped wood alight.    
   
No, I’m far greater than that.    
   
And you in your natural hormonal state of being; ruled by testosterone, would trade the love & commitment of the wilderness, in a heartbeat.
 
In all her realness & intuitive state of being & beauty, you would trade all that and more for far lessor shallow things that don’t speak to your heart & soul, like the wilderness does.    
   
The wilderness will continue to grow and flourish, irrespective of the loss, and the loss    
of all that craziness that only you know how to conjure. So. If you can’t speak of your love for the wilderness, then please don’t speak at all.
   
There is no good, in goodbye.