I always feel the trees dying
It makes my heart beat faster
It makes me cold
Almost as if I am dying too
Not a sad death
A happy sleep or freedom death
I wonder why the trees are so happy to die
as happy as I am
Don't worry
I won't kill myself
The trees don't
they awaken in winter
I suppose they feel loved
Stillness
A chaotic year ago
among the fallen leaves of death
My heart started to beat faster
but I was not cold
I was falling to my death
In love
