Reality's Past

Cold, lonely, contemplating the world around me under skies of gray, hazy, bleak, unknown. There are thoughts hiding within, afraid to come out and be known, afraid of being discovered and acted upon. Leaves falling, covering the ground in blankets of yellow and brown, my mind hiding beneath it, quivering and shaking from the coldness of lost childhood's memories. Silencing the little lamb of innocence within reality of the past, hidden in forests dense and forbidden. Wanting now to come out, be known, explored, understood and met at last.