Eyes Journal 4

So Megan started to contemplate forgiveness. Forgiveness, the cute turtle with the tiny protruding head that resides in the pond. The magnificent being that lies on a rock like a pedestal without legs beneath it, and without a cushion. What desire does Forgiveness have for a pillow, and what aches can hurt him? He lies on his lifted rock that sees over the pond. Waits peaceful and thoughtless all day with his arms open wide, hoping for the Keeper to bring him home. Been lying around when there was a relationship or apology or gift. She could find a leaf from the tree standing above his pond anytime. She was patient and trustful. Poor Joseph! He should not have to die there with no one else. She sent John in to suggest a conversation, but Joseph said No. These waiting therapists were okay with the depressed, but they could not handle a situation like this. He would better when the wingless pigeon discovered who had plotted against him. He would become happy. That is what he thought. But John suggested something else, so she thought. So if he didn’t, one night she would find out, because people start to accumulate beneath the forest tops and lower canopy. Things that could not enter the forest before, hiked in not to enjoy the nature. Just sat in the bushes and thought. Legend, that headless man, had lit up the forest floor.