forest [Theme]

Whoever touches my tree, I will cut down his forest!

At that moment, when you are completely exhausted, and the heaviness falls into every cell of your mind and body, like sticky cotton candy, at that moment you can try to retire, just close your eyes and imagine your home. Your inner home. At first you will see a lot of people and a lot of fuss around, leave only the most dear ones, look each of them in the eyes and go beyond the space. And now you can safely imagine what you see around you: meadows or fields, or maybe it will be a damp dark forest. Choose yours, what is close and responds, feel the mood of the weather, feel the wind, aromas, sounds and continue walking, acutely absorbing everything. You will see a house ahead. Imagine what it will be like, what the doors and windows will be like. And what color are they? Touch and feel the structure with your hand, open the doors and go inside. Now slowly begin to explore everything that you see there, what is truly yours, and what is it like, how many rooms are there, is there furniture there, and what objects are in it, how the rays of light fall, are there aromas, are there sounds heard, what is the house filled with , what is in plain sight and what is hidden from view. Walk slowly, slowly, through the entire space, merge with it, remember yourself as a little person, remember what you dreamed about, what stories you were replaying in your head, whether there is anything left from your wonderful childhood. Fill your home with what you need, remove everything unnecessary. Stay in this state, feel the sun breaking through the windows, the warmth of the walls, that coziness, peace and quiet that you need, remember this, breathe in, fill up and you can slowly return to reality. And this will be a completely different reality...

Glory to the forest!

The further into the forest... the less firewood there is.

Again, the one who has more power is right. Of course, you will do only good, and evil will happen in passing; when the forest is cut down, the chips fly. And why pay attention to little people when you care for the whole wide world?

We are the leaves...

Bella and Edward Cullen got married and went on their honeymoon. Jacob, as usual, went crazy, shit himself, spat, barked and ran into the forest. Nothing new.

One book is a forest of truths, the other is nonsense.

The world breathes stars...

The forest around the camp fascinated and beckoned us to itself. Perhaps he offered to all who sought him the priceless gift of solitude.

Just shut up together...

The further into the forest, the closer the felling.

Dooming to death those who trusted and for whom you are responsible is your ticket to a well-deserved fall from man to monster.

I read some telegram channels there ... Twenty telegram channels broadcast what one person said and it all starts to resemble KSP. There was such an amateur song club, where men gathered around the fire and sang a song written by a guy who had an acquaintance, whose brother once went to the forest.