I have this peaceful feeling when I am in a forest. It calms me. I dont know the trees and they dont have faces, but they are there, just being there. Its just like those serenity feeling you get when you are numb. Emily Dickinson's after great pain a formal feeling comes gets me to feel that I am in a beautiful rainforest. You are unknown and not knowing others.
About this trees, sometimes they show their faces and that time I could get to see them. Usually they are blurry, yet sometimes they look damn familiar. Its just that I dont feel bothered even if they are. Its scary to be alone, but now that I am not, I feel scared for those who are. They see those trees too I guess, eventually. There is no end to it. The bushes just clump up everything else making it painful to get pass.
I cant do anything I guess. I have the desire to put it all out of my system, but its not my case anymore like last time. I cant get involved even if the trees are being poisoned right in front of me. I am not being held up or anything, its just that I might get the flow of the usual breeze to stop working. Then I cant unwind it back. I would just disrupt the flow. Weaknesses they call it...but I want to see how those trees spit the poison out. I just want to see how the wheel roll to the other side of the forest. I want to see the greatness of it.
Part of me feel the glee, I admit that. Part of me feel the weariness of desperate traveller. Life as it is...is like seeing it in a glass ball. Trapped. I wonder if I am in another glass ball.
