I was searching for a way out of the forest, through the leaves and flowers. Losing myself had no meaning, no time and no direction. And then I stood still and listened. I was still lost, yet the forest knew where I am.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
I was searching for a way out of the forest, through the leaves and flowers. Losing myself had no meaning, no time and no direction. And then I stood still and listened. I was still lost, yet the forest knew where I am.