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Sometimes from above me, sometimes from below, the forest tries to threaten me, blowing a chill breath on my neck, stinging like needles with a thousand eyes, trying anything to drive this intruder away. But I gradually get better by letting these threats pass me by. The forest is essentially a part of me, isn't it? This thought takes hold at a certain point. The journey I'm taking is inside me, just as blood travels down veins. What I'm seeing is my inner self, and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart, as if I'm being shoved from behind by some huge heartbeat. I continue on and on through the forest. The path leads me to a special place, a light source that spins out of the dark, the place where soundless echoes come from. I need to see with my own eyes what's there. I'm carrying an important sealed personal letter, a secret message to myself. |
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发表于 2016-8-2 13:17:05