{"id":417,"date":"2006-05-29T17:56:21","date_gmt":"2006-05-29T23:56:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1994\/4-1-94-alone-in-the-deep-forest\/"},"modified":"2006-05-29T17:56:21","modified_gmt":"2006-05-29T23:56:21","slug":"4-1-94-alone-in-the-deep-forest","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=417","title":{"rendered":"4-1-94 Alone In The Deep Forest"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=417\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>4\/1\/94<\/p>\n<p><strong> Alone In The Deep Forest<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nAlone by an imaginary fire, I talk to the world<br \/>\nthrough my phone line and my credit card<br \/>\nSharing fleeting moments with strangers, placing trust<br \/>\nin their unseen hands<\/p>\n<p>They come, they go, I wait.<\/p>\n<p>My heart feels true, my defects hover near<br \/>\nI bat them away like airborne insects that<br \/>\nFeed on my proximity<br \/>\nThey have no place here<br \/>\nCan you hear the fear in my voice?<\/p>\n<p>I am not the sum of my paychecks&#8230;<br \/>\nI am not the sum of any equation<br \/>\nI am the sum of my experience, my soul&#8217;s inner<br \/>\ncoding, my warmth and icy cold<br \/>\nThis sum is never really totaled; it was and is now<br \/>\nanother<br \/>\nThe previous does not match the current<br \/>\nThe current is not what it seems<\/p>\n<p>I follow the current, it carries me forward, down<br \/>\nThis is a new pad of paper for me, with no smell, no<br \/>\ntexture, a bird singing to an empty forest&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Hold me close, the winds will come and carry my song<br \/>\nacross the wires<br \/>\nI am home, I am not with you, I am elsewhere<br \/>\nI am never alone<br \/>\nThe fire burns ever lower<br \/>\nThe glow of it&#8217;s fuel wants to leave me in a black<br \/>\nrobe<br \/>\nWarm, lonely, full of questions<br \/>\nThat is where I am, this is where I&#8217;ll be<br \/>\nThe Forest remains as I depart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>4\/1\/94 Alone In The Deep Forest Alone by an imaginary fire, I talk to the world through my phone line and my credit card Sharing fleeting moments with strangers, placing trust in their unseen hands They come, they go, I wait. My heart feels true, my defects hover near I bat them away like airborne [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":415,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-6J","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/417"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=417"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/417\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/415"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}