My Forest I have spent my #life in this forest, alone. Well not entirely alone. I hear the voices at night that whisper through the pines as the sun disappears behind the mountains to the north. I can sometimes see shapes and figures in the dark, I can never really make out what they are, some are tall, so tall that they brush the treetops with there long black fingers, while others are broad chested and squat, with spines on there back; I don't like those ones. I am alone, but not truly. Even though I am all by myself I am happy. Content in my isolation and at peace with the knowledge that because I am truly alone, I am the only one blessed with the honour of beholding this magnificent forest. I think I am its guardian. I have no idea if I actually am, but I feel I should be, with every waking moment I adore this forest, I breath in its majesty and with every day that passes I feel it's raw power surge through me. I need to protect it. Thankfully for as long as I have walked between root and stone I have never encountered anything that might.... To be honest I don't actually think I have encountered, anything at all. When I tell you that I am alone I do mean it, I have never looked anything in the eye aside from my own reflection in the water. I have literally no idea what I might do if I did come face to face with something that wasn't just, well me, I'm pretty damn scared of the day I have to defend my self imposed title of guardian.