The forest was dark. There were only big trees.. and there was only you.. while holding a lantern.. you kept asking "what is this? Why is there no one here" but the result was zero, no one answered...
You slowly hear the howl of a wolf from a distance.. you run in panic.. But when you look back.. there is no one.. no one accompanying you... No one following you..
Just endless loneliness... until you see a big lake... There is a single stalk of rose lying there... You want to take it but your instincts tell you that it's risky...
"Why does this flower look like it's been pulled out?"
"And there's no one here... isn't there... It's often crowded here.."
A loneliness that you really want but when you get it you ask why.
A dark place of loneliness that was given to you.. but you seemed to reject it. Don't wake up.. reality is too painful... Too narrow.. too noisy...
This quiet place is a manifestation of your thoughts. Why would you reject it? Would you reject the contents of your mind? The contents of your heart? Or are you doing all of this just for your own satisfaction?
Don't you see that reality hurts? You're hurt by your fellow human beings. But you endure. You endure. How long will you endure? Until death?
(Not continued)