Hundreds of feathers feathering down.
Each leaf covering the floor
I lift
as sharpening my awareness
The branches remain beyond reach
I pile all leaves on my palms
Trees are lightening their borders
and I am possibly just wasting time.
I will bury all of them leaves
tracing a full circle on the ground.
"I fight with the fact of my own humanity.
I fight with the idea that death is the only way of escaping this fact".
Every day I wait for Trees to finally take over.