The Woods Video (MV)

All relationships are susceptible to conflict
The longer and deeper the relationship, the more likely conflict is to occur
In order to process what feels like the greatest conflict of my life
I have become obsessed with this idea of"The Woods"
When two people begin a conflict
They are in essence walking into"The Woods"
Not only is it painful to walk through these woods
But it is never clear how long and far we must travel in order to reach the other side
When I say"reach the other side"
I mean move past the conflict and arrive at a destination where it is safe to continue the relationship
If the pain or uncertainty of walking through these woods becomes too much
Then we must turn back
And the relationship comes to an end
As humans
We have a deep but ultimately finite capacity to process pain
At a certain point
Self-perseveration will kick in and we will have no choice but to turn back & exit the woods
Perhaps the cruelest aspect of these woods is that they are so dense
So clouding to our vision and judgment that when we find ourselves lost
It is impossible to see the clearing ahead
Even if that clearing is mere inches away
All we can do is walk on
Pained by every step
And if the pain becomes too much
We will have no choice but to stop and exit the woods
You and I have been walking through these woods for sometime
Singing songs
Holding hands
Telling stories to lighten the other's load
But walking through the woods all the same
To borrow your words"On a random Friday in June"
It became clear in one sentence that you can no longer walk through these woods
There is no telling if the pathway out is a few steps or a one,000 miles away
But that is irrelevant
You have borne as much pain as you can
And it has gotten to a point where your body, mind, heart, spirit, and soul will not allow you to take another step
You must turn back
You must exit the woods
I wish to keep walking
But that doesn't make me any stronger or more committed
You have had things objectively harder than I have
You have traveled much deeper into the woods
And there is no evidence that I wouldn't need to turn back upon doing the same
These words are useless
And yet I write anyway
Poems and songs are but paper shields that offer such little protection from the steel bullets of life
Yet in a world such as ours
A world where so many souls are lost so deep in the woods that they will never escape
What can we do but repeat the choruses of our favorite songs
Hoping they deliver us comfort and meaning
I cannot come to conclusions
I can only repeat"On a random Friday in June"
It became clear in one sentence that you can no longer walk through these woods
There is no telling if the pathway out is a few steps or a one,000 miles away
But that is irrelevant
You have borne as much pain as you can
And it has gotten to a point where your body, mind, heart, spirit, and soul will not allow you to take another step
You must turn back
You must exit the woods
You must turn back
You must exit the woods
You must turn back
You must exit the woods.