I envy bare trees in the relentless winter.
I envy their stillness, listlessness, the slowness of it all…
I envy them.
I desire still, calm slow life.
Why was i born?
I am human, I couldn’t envy if not.
Still I envy to be something else, something abstract.
Maybe, a concept only meant for short perception and consumption.
I am envy.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:54 AM UTC
I envy bare trees in the relentless winter.
I envy their stillness, listlessness, the slowness of it all…
I envy them.
I desire still, calm slow life.
Why was i born?
I am human, I couldn’t envy if not.
Still I envy to be something else, something abstract.
Maybe, a concept only meant for short perception and consumption.
I am envy.