Hours had escaped me, from slumber I awoke. The old forest had called me back. My fate ready to unfold, a beauty untold, a tale of one’s life purpose. I pushed through to the centre, the forest became dense, like the darkness trying to take me. I began to transcend, then something shifted, the forest could sense my intent. The tree’s opened up and I came to a river, I could see my reflection as I approached it. My memories flooded back, I was a trace of earths mould. Just a fragment of great story. One that must be told.
JaraLuca – The Prime Time
