About those lost souls who wander about wonder
Who wander in wonder
Let's talk honestly
What happens when we wander?
When we wonder?
"Nothing" she says, and continues: "our souls only lose themselves but, in return, they drown in another one, like happy braids enjoying the company of each other"
"Oh! I thought that lost souls only float in agony across a path of haunted trees" says her haunted tree of souls.
Let's talk honestly, now:
Why would trees have souls if they're nothing but hard thorns of wood wounding the eerie flesh of thick air?
Honestly, why would Thick Air be wounded?
Just because it's thick? Or because it's air?
What if Air is the eerie wounded one?
What would that mean?
"It would mean that we all exist but, at the same time, we are all the same wall, for we are the bricks and tiny molecules within a wall" Thick Air says eerily like merrily flowers
"Oh! Then that must be the true meaning of love: to stand by each other's side while contemplating, eerily, merrily flowers getting married!" said the wallowing Hollow Hog.
"Yes!" said Thick Air: "you're right, Hollow Hog: merrily flowers getting married in the eyes of love is nothing but true love and you shall contemplate the beauty of that while you wallow on top of them, for there is nothing more relaxing than to laxly relax our brains while drowning in the happiness of flowers".
So, being honest, true love is nothing but the smell of flowers wounding your flesh like thorns without noticing them. That's why we can't perceive it while we remain bricks of a wall, molecules of the wall; we shall let ourselves loose and get lost within the love of eerily married flowers.
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