Bark

Author: Andrman

I am a fictional character, in name and spirit. I enjoy fire and necromancy, and making heterosexual adventure stories as queer as physically possible.

(This was written under the influence of two bottles of wine and a complete disregard for grammar)

There is a belief that, if you look close enough at the bark of trees, you'll see yourself in the grooves.

You, who are made of flesh and blood and mushy, squishy bits, exist in trees, who grow for forever,touch God and pierce the stars.

I believe in this belief because I want to exist in trees, because I want to exist in immortality. I want to find my tether and follow it back to my soul, I want to converse with the universe and remember myself time after time until I am born a tree.

Until I am born a tree and a child comes and looks into my bark and I exist in immortality, here and there and alive.