you say you fear the forests and I understand your fears as much as I resent them because deep inside in the lushest green of peaks is where I feel the most connected.
we are like two very different peas, yours have been genetically modified and created on to look, but mine are alive in all senses that are five, you can taste touch smell hear and see my peas, whereas yours, well I dont know if they truly exist or not.
I make up words as I go along in order to express myself better because I have felt like I am both muted and dumb in your regard because nothing I say seems to enter any orifice of your body other than your nose where unfortunately it cannot be processed- that deviated septum has stopped the connection from nose to brain- the egyptians would find it all to be a problem. your soul could not be removed because I am convinced you lack one. I am equally convinced that I have 30, or is it 23, for each year of my life feels so different to me than the last and who's to say that I cant be a different person in the same skin every single day?
