Gotta wait for the second caffeine hit to kick in before I can truly go into overdrive and soar well above the canopy crafted by the trees. Need to see the light above, but need the hit to kick in in order to get away from the cold and damp down here and get a littler farther up and away.

Once there, will need to float along for a while. Not the time to soar, but desperately want to. Need the wings to form properly and know how to ride the air currents before I do something like that. May take a while. Not entirely sure.

For the time being, just down here, moving along. It’s cold, it’s damp and I desperately want to get out. Running out of supplies. Weight on my back is getting lighter, but that is more of a concern than it is a relief. Still, easier to move along without expending as much energy, as far as I’m aware. Could be wrong, but I don’t think that that is the case. At least, I hope that that is not the case.

Been here for a while. Doesn’t seem to get lighter except in the morning. Long shadows cast so densely that it’s difficult to really call anything a shadow at this point. Not that it matters. What matters is getting out, but getting out the usual way seems unlikely.

This forest seems to stretch on forever. Had an entrance but then it removed its exit. The only way is up, but the only way up is with enough caffeine to truly take myself out and above. Get a sense of the surroundings and see as to where I’m meant to go.

How many days has it been at this point? I am unsure. Perhaps it has been eight. Maybe three. Don’t know. Don’t care so much anymore. Just concerned about getting back to home.

Trudging along, seemingly moving with a great deal more ease than I expected. Still waiting to go up into the space above the canopy. Feeling lighter. Still moving.

Falling. Just tripped. Don’t hit the ground. Seem to be rising despite my trajectory just then suggesting that I was definitely going to be against the ground with a great deal more of my body.

Rising I seem to be and suddenly I am more off the ground than I suspected I ever would be. I can see around and desire so much to soar and get away from here. I can’t see where the forest ends. It truly does stretch on for farther than I ever expected.

Still, I have an idea as to where I am meant to go. I need to go down and then head toward where the forest seems to go on forever. It is the only area not surrounded by some form of mountainous terrain and I know that I have not moved over any mountains.

And down I go. Fall on the ground. Time for moving.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:10:04

Slower than I thought. I paused for a bit and kind of blanked on what I was doing.

Not quite sure what I was trying to express as this is a bit all over the place.

Still, I like the imagery. I think I’m getting better.

Written at home.