Memory of Trees
The idea came to me on the morning of the weekend as I stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette. It seemed like yesterday's rain hadn't finished, and there was a puddle of standing water left on the grass on the first floor. The water dripped down in ripples.
The temperature of this day is warm and humid because of the water vapor. The water vapor wasn't so tiny that it couldn't be felt.
A feeling arose: I wanted to be wrapped in water, wrapped in trees, wrapped in nature. That is romantic and can breathe with the trees as I climb naked up the trunks and see beyond. I want to get down on the tree...
The music is equally as romantic as water, and also has an echo that goes on and on.
Memory of tree· 2023
Wanting to escape.
Escape from a rule-bound soul.
Escape from a colorless and tasteless wind.
Escape from this square world.
I want to escape.
Trying to escape from my own thoughts.
And the lumbering one breath at a time.
Escape to the moon, to the black path.
Where there are no words, no emotions to rely on.
One can think in silence.
Think about this world of silent thoughts and beauty.