Far beyond knowledges, we shall paddle through the seas, walk on books and fly over colors. No lands might be conquered, whatever you do will be split by the trees that surround you in this forest. That's why we don't make any decisions, we're lucky when not wise to refrain from loosing time. Every second we hesitate is not only gained for the sake of our silent treasure, but also spent in avoiding paths. Once in this forest we're all in, there's no taking over seas nor books nor colors, not even love can be held in flesh, there's just wondering around and tasting the best of each day.
For what is made of this soil no other worlds can be as pleasant. The eyes can travel even further than the mind, but the touch of your hand is as far as I have to go to meet everything I need to find all the answers there are for me. Now that we walk among the woods together, we shall not fear anymore of not getting to see everything.
The joy of the forest is not to find the shortest way out, nor to learn an exact map of it. The charm is by the details, but it's how you experience them. I hope our silly decisions stay as wise as they have been so far, so that this calm moment of laying in the grass with you, looking people go by like the world was ending, remains untill the soil joins.
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