cave is not the world or is it
It used to make sense: to see the fire above the green juicy forests. Creatures walked the forests' paths in search of invigorating streams and nutritious minds. Some of them walked backwards into their caves, holding both my hands and leaving fresh nodes of their liver's roots on the surface of my eyeballs. The nodes would burn through the surface and then project further inside. Like virus, the cells of those outgrowths would not be able to replicate on their own. They would instead abduct my own body and feed on its cells. They would flower every time it was a season for sunscreen. The blooms would soon fall off and, rotting, burn the internal walls of my organs. The antibodies, white, would rush to the injured spots and cluster there, excitedly. The burning would stop, replaced by swelling and sore blisters.
Once allowed into the soul through electric wires of the eyelashes and the slippery icy surface of the eyeballs, the parasitic nodes stayed.
All the forest creatures burnt one day in that forest. The fire was accidentally initiated by a sleeping elf.
It made much sense to see the fire above that forest. But how confusing was it to see it consume everything...
And a friend of mine, who lives on the street with the trees, said to me: "I will now notice more about my street".
Once allowed into the soul through electric wires of the eyelashes and the slippery icy surface of the eyeballs, the parasitic nodes stayed.
All the forest creatures burnt one day in that forest. The fire was accidentally initiated by a sleeping elf.
It made much sense to see the fire above that forest. But how confusing was it to see it consume everything...
And a friend of mine, who lives on the street with the trees, said to me: "I will now notice more about my street".
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