and when he looks down at his feet, he realizes the ground beneath him is no longer familiar. they say to continue moving forward, one foot in front of the other, and so he keeps pushing, in hopes of discovering some forsaken lands where the beauty of life is meant to be danced around instead of it feeling like he is drowning in it. one foot in front of the other, and so he keeps pushing.

at times, he would forget to look behind him to remember where he had come from. how far he’d traveled. the tire tracks and footprints slowly fading just like his recollection of the past. there is this fire that burns ever so bright that he knows like the back of his hand. yet, the fire behind him timestamped like memories onto his skin. when looking forward, he only feels a cool breeze. perhaps the fading of the footsteps is where he left his fire to turn to ash. perhaps all that he is searching for has been left in the past.

they say to feel your feelings to let go of the past. he asks the jungle to let him feel, to let his eyes purge his burdens in order to heal. but in this jungle there is one unspoken rule, boys dont cry.

instead, the cool breeze pushes him forward. one foot in front of the other, he has to keep it pushing.