Imagine you’re at Eden. Imagine you arrived at Eden through the woods. Tell me what you see. I’m at the bridge. It’s evening. Almost no birds can be heard. The water is running without a sound. Darkness comes out anytime here. I walk into it. The little deers… are hiding, among the ferns. As usual. Is it difficult to walk there? No. Not really. In fact, it’s almost okay. In among the trees, on the slope, there’s a? Foxhole. How do you feel there? I can’t really tell. It should be easy, passing. And yet, it’s like walking through mud. The trunk is thick. The tree rots so slowly. It has some strange kind of personality. I’ve always found that. Now… Where are you, are you, are you heading for the cabin? Yes, I am. I’m walking up the path through the tall grass. Then don’t go in. Don’t go in. It’s the outside you’re afraid of. Don’t look around. No. Lie down on the green. You want me to lie down? Lie down on the grass. On top of all the plants? Yes, lie down on the plants. Are you lying down? Yes. Good. What is everything like around you? Green. It’s all very green. Good. Now will you do what I ask you? Yes. What do you want me to do? I want you… to melt into the green. Don’t fight it. Just - turn - green.
(via suzywire)
