last night i heard everything in slow motion;

One of the saddest things to be is to be indifferent. You fall into self-pity by being sad about not feeling.. and that's only when you know you're human. Because you had to go in circles only to confront the very thing you're afraid of: To Feel.

I am a Tree. I watch the seasons come and go, just like the shadows that haunt and taunt. The desperate seek shelter; the little - a playground; the lovers - fantasies. I fade into silence and turn unfeeling through the dreadful storms and piercing rays. Still I stand there, a victim of time. I am a Tree. Can you see me?

x L