i cannot follow the trail of you anymore.
there are all these tangible empty spaces. the spaces of you, the pillars.
i keep trying to fill them but i don't think it works like that. i think i am supposed to let them fill in slowly, like vines and branches growing to fill in the space where a trail used to be. i am supposed to forge new paths but instead i keep going back to the overgrown space where the path once began.
i know the new trails too well. they can never match the wild abandon of following you into the woods for the first time.