"Why is the shadow of the person on the floor so beautiful?" Even I wonder when my taste became so abstract.
"I feel like my worldview has been affected by trees. Do trees have sexual desires too?" I shake my head. I don't seem to be thinking clearly again.
"Am I a tree? I should stand still, then wait for the branches inside me to take root, until they blossom and fall upon that graceful silhouette of a woman. It seems my life can only be fulfilled that way."
