forage (v).

cd6a972a2eecbb28207308b2a1702a45I wonder what this place is called, this land to where my heart has rippled. I wonder where I am, and how to best describe the atmosphere. What compass is there to measure the way home from a forest like this? As a girl I remember closing my eyes and, walking slowly down the street, prayed with my childheart to be taken to a place I couldn't even dream, and now all of the things I thought I fiercely wanted don't seem to be for me. This is indeed the Sphere of The Uncharted, or Everywhere I Didn't Think I'd Be.