Millions and millions of trees lining both sides of the very narrow street,
As I open my eyes, there is nothing but darkness.
I close my eyes again, and the silhouettes reappear. With them, a buzzing ball of light as well.
But as I open my eyes, there is nothing but stillness.
I keep walking on the very narrow path, wanting it to reach its end soon. So I open my eyes, and everything turns placid again.
I close my eyes and hear echoes of laughter, mirth, and silly conversations. Was there a cry among them?
I keep treading on the very narrow path and wonder… to understand what I am saying, do you need to get inside my head?
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