celtgirl
the immeanse pressure i feel in my chest could be a heart attack or love. its probably a heart attack, since thats the thing i fear the most. i have panic attacks quite often about dying, and i feel like im terrified of death. the thing is, i also feel like i use this fear as a weapon so i dont really have to live life, the stresses of life come at me and i focus on death, well thats just me.
in the wind the whistling willow lays along the dusty path, chipped away over time its braches are bleached and hollow the tears dried up as the long path divides the walkways. we take a long look at ourselves whenwe are alone withnature, it takes us back to our roots, to who we are and why we connect so lovingly with a tree is inexplainable. does the tree feel in to? the lifefore of mother nature drawing us all in together, pouring the energy from the universe between us, free for us to drink? the tree doesnt look sad to me. it looks humble, old, wise. silently knowing all is well, reassuring in whats to come, familiarity in spades when we walk past her braches, knowing tomorrow she will still be there, smiling and bowing to the soft gentle breeze.