roots that crush, stretch every time, sucking the life to raise a bad seed, planted in the heart.
branches and leaves, climbing, rolling, twisting, cutting and arrive in the brain, take away the light, air, breath ... Wet
mucilage in the darkness of the trunk that all tears.
rotten flowers and poisonous spores contaminate everything is close. Around
just empty silence that created the bad seed.
More trees without understanding quite why it does not seem different yet everything he touches dies, he can only kill.
It 's a bad seed.
M.
