"He"

Among the trees, the pain I carry seems to slowly fade as if the trees themselves are quietly taking it in, adding it to their own silent burdens. The once vibrant forest now appears even more brittle, its colors drained, the pale shades of autumn deepening with every breath I take. Was I meant only to suffer? My purpose has long since withered, and now even my sense of wonder is slipping away… All that remains is this aching version of myself, clutched tightly like something fragile. I’ve hollowed myself out; my thoughts spill into the world like nonsense, met only with silence or scorn. Maybe I truly am just a fool.