Forest Blakk - Find Me [Spoken Word]

My thoughts on love extend deeper and deeper with each passing minute. I often wonder what it all means or where it all goes when we close our eyes for the long awaited sleep. Do we awake in another space and time? Do we remember those we’ve left behind or those who have left before us? Like breadcrumbs carefully placed between two hearts can we make our way back to one another? Before a story can be told it must first begin, that is what “Find Me” is: the beginning. If by chance we get lost in this life or the next...Find me, where I first found you!

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Find Me
Written by: Forest Blakk
Produced by: PARKX

I was once told that walking through a doorway could cause someone to forget even the most precious memories they had
Memories of good, memories of bad, memories of love and of loss
All tucked away neatly
Stored like the worn out blankets that were kept to dress the rainy days and bad habits that happen from time to time
Or what it felt like to rest your head on a friend's shoulder that still carries with it the creases from where you last placed your heart
Just like that
Gone within a single step
That somehow three beams and an imaginary line drawn across some old aching floorboards were all that stood between you and the infinite silence of the very things that once colored your mind with sound
It's funny
You can make yourself believe almost anything if you
If you think about it for long enough

Was that you?

I was once told that the love I felt beating inside my chest was nothing more than my mind playing an unfair trick on my heart
And like a pair of dice dancing along the uneven pavement
Their fate, much like yours or mine had already been decided
That even the cracks that drew their faults between two opposing sides could not escape a fate that was always destined to be sealed
To think
That someone could actually believe that the swelling tides of my heart were no more than an anxious highway of ins and outs anchoring my imagination to the castles I've been building in the sky…

Well, maybe “they” are the crazy ones?

Then again, I have been known to misplace my hope in the way things fall
And if I had to confess there stands a greater chance that I have all but lost my mind in here
So I suppose it’s better off this way
Because I’ve always believed that the odds of finding what you seek
Tend to favor those who are open to seeking them in the first place
And I for one have never quite understood how odds stand to get even without that frame in mind
To be clear
I’ve seen a million faces
I've seen a million different faces
Each one mirroring that of your own
And still, none of them felt like home to me
None of them have felt like you
So here we are
And I can vaguely and strangely trace your outline
I can remember what it felt like to hold you
I can remember what it was like to stare blindly into your eyes for what felt like an eternity
How could I forget that?
I could never forget that
I could never forget you
No matter how long it takes for my words to make their way through the vastness of this place we’ve called home
I unto you and you unto me
I say them and will continue to do so
Day after day
Night after night
Never knowing if you‘ll actually hear them
There is no place for time here
Just overlapping moments where I thought I’d found you
Where I thought I heard the sound of your breath
Where I felt your heart as it waited patiently for mine retracing the steps that we left in the life before last
Before our eyes closed
Before the great divide
Before a doorway stood between you and me
As it stands
I've found myself in that doorway again
With both feet in and your heart on my sleeve
But I can’t bring myself to walk through this time
Not yet at least
Not until I take one last look and see that it was you
That It was always you
Our hearts strewn across those old fragile floorboards
The silhouettes of each and every one of our memories playing out like a story that we both know we’ve seen before
I remember now
This was where I first found you
And beyond those closed doors
I will find you again
My love
I will find you again
I will find you again
I will find you
I will find you

Written and Directed by Forest Blakk
Filmed by ÖzkanFilms
Edited by ÖzkanFIlms/Forest Blakk
Second Camera by Khashayar Khalili

[margaretttka]

Gabriella Papadakis & Guillaume Cizeron brought me here 🔥❤️⛸️

[laurynwilson]

"It wasn't meant to be beautiful. It was supposed to make you feel something."
This does both.

[anrivanniekerk]

Anyone else just start crying out of the blue? Or have I lost my mind in this world?

[khawkey]

Too powerful to even comment appropriately to address the deep beauty, sorrow, love, loss, and hope found here....

[Psychicjacqui]

Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron - Brought me here also... an absolutely sensational and awesome skate! So beautifully emotional....

[bloodrevanx]

Thank you for this. At the age of 29 I was widowed, In October of 2020, my wife got sick and passed away while I was away for military training.
This had me reflecting on the memories that I hold dear, And matches my desire and hope that the day will come where I'll find my beautiful wife once more and get to live the many things once more that I miss. Her laugh, her eyes, her smile, her touch, all the small things that I deeply miss about her.

[annahawkins]

lyrics:
I was once told that walking through a door way, could cause someone to forget even the most precious mememories they had.
Memories of good, memories of bad, memories of love and of loss.
All tucked away neatly, stored like the worn out blankets that were kept to dress the rainy days and bad habits that happened from time to time.
But what it felt like to rest your head on a friends shoulder that still carries with it the creases from where you last placed your heart.
Just like that, gone within a single step.
That somehow three beams and an imaginary line drawn across some old aching floor boards were all that stood between you; and the infinite silence that the very things that once coloured mind with sound.
It's funny, you can make yourself believe almost anything if you um... think about it for long enough.
"Was that you?"
"Was that you?"
I was once told that the love I felt beating inside my chest was nothing more than my mind playing an unfair trick on my heart.
And like a pair of dice dancing along an uneven pavement, and their fate, much like yours or mine, had already been decided.
That even the cracks that drew there faults between two opposing sides cannot escape a fate that was always destined to be sealed.
To think, that someone could actually believe that the swelling tides of my heart were no more than an anxious highway.
Of ins and outs, anchoring my imagination to the castles I've been building in the sky.
Well, maybe they, are the crazy ones.
Then again, I have been known to misplace my hope in the way things fall.
If I had to confess there stands a greater chance that I've all but lost my mind in here.
So I suppose it's better off this way.
Because I've always believed the odds of finding what you seek tend to favour those who are open to seeking them in the first place.
And I for one have never quite understood how odds stand to get even without that frame in mind.
To be clear, I've seen a million faces; I've seen a million different faces, each one mirroring that of your own.
And still, none of them have felt like home to me.
None of them have felt like you.
So here we are, and I can vaguely, and strangely trace your outline.
I can remember what it felt like to hold you.
I can remember what it was like to share blindly into your eyes for what felt like internity.
How could I forget that?
I can never forget that.
I could never forget you.
No matter how long it takes for my words to make it through the vastness of this place we've called home.
I onto you, and you onto me.
I say them and will continue to do so.
Day after day, night after night.
Never knowing if you'll actually hear them.
There is no place for time here.
Just over lapping moments where I thought I'd found you.
Where I thought I'd heard the sound of your breath.
Where I felt your heart, as it waited patiently for mine.
Retracing the steps that we left in the life before last.
Before our eyes closed, before the great divide.
Before a doorway stood between you and me.
As it stands, I found myself in that doorway again.
With both feet in and your heart on my sleeve.
But I can't bring myself to walk through this time.
Not yet at least.
Not until I take one last look and see that it was you.
That it was always you.
Our hearts strewn across those old fragile floorboards.
The silhouettes if each and every one of our memories playing out like a story that we both know we've seen before.
I remember now.
This was where I first found you.
And beyoned those closed doors,
I will find you again.
My love,
I will find you again.
"I will find you again..."
"I will find you."

Sorry if any of the words are out of place. I hope you enjoy :). I wrote this out because it means a lot to me and it has a kind of hidden meaning to me. Although other people my age may think that poetry is lame I think that it is beautiful. It creates an understanding and opens up your mind to new opportunities.

[joyumet]

The universe has sent me a lot of synchronicities.. but this is the biggest one it's ever sent. I honestly don't know how I found this

[kewqie]

Spotify recommended this for me, and I'm so glad it did. Amazing words.

[janetteknox]

Thank you Forest. I don't understand all your words but the ones I do were already in my heart for the love of my life, my brother. I wouldn't have believed two people could be so close, think the same thoughts at the same time, burst out laughing together in a crowded room where no one else saw the humor, finish each other's sentences, spend some of every day together even when, on a few occasions, we lived in different towns. We adored each other. Maybe that's why neither of us found that 'one true love.' Because we already had it and no one else could compare. When he went through the doorway without me, my life stopped. Nothing has meaning. I know he'll be the one that comes for me when it's my time to go through that doorway. I will leap through that doorway! 💔

[emmy]

The world needs your art forever - please don’t ever stop creating

[looneytunes-rpfy]

There is beauty in pain … for if there were no suffering there would be no compassion ❤❤❤

[loveisgravitybetweensouls]

Love is Gravity Between souls.
I will always...


💗

[Aman-gcyy]

How can a human write something soo heavenly ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Capspao]

I love how P/C fans come here. We stan the best team in the world, with the best FD so far this season, with the amazing work of Forestt Blakk. Guy, go at IDF, European or worlds championships to see their masterpiece!

[amymorrell]

This is so powerful. I have held so much grief for so long. This made me feel like someone else has also felt the depths of the grief I have. I miss my “home” I miss feeling whole. It’s been a journey to heal.

[nyx]

This hits so deep. For as long as i remember, i feel an unexplainable longing for someone i've known in a life before this one. And your words explain this feeling inside me so accurate, it's crazy. Thank you, friend.

[Titanisz]

I heard this song yesterday for the first time on Spotify. I wasn't crying, but my tears started to fall and fall. It was like hearing the same truth I know from my other half whom I never seem to be able to find and meet. It was painful to hear but strangely reassuring that he has also been looking for me.

[iowagaming]

Truly incredible man. My sister sent this to me during a tough time and it has truly helped me. Much respect to you.

[sarahsharpe]

I cry every time. I've listened more times than I can count but it really starts when I hit 2:20. I know it's different for everyone but this hits a deep part of my soul.
Thank you! I was recommended this and I find the coincidence too powerful to dismiss as mere chance.