I need the woods to breath, live, to have some weird, doubtful hope…

I need trees, old and young ones… I need them, to know what to live for… and moss and ferns and…

I need forests and woodlands.

I need all those whispers.

Silence… in the noises of normality.

Like this amazing lady with her hair up and breast put up… proudly walking…

I need them…

I…

Do they need me?

Me being astonished?

Me being amazed?

Me… looking for signs?

Runes of truth?