It was like

IT WAS LIKE, like walking on paper. Not that paper is bad no no. Just that it was a bit, you know, a bit dry. You know like those dry books that you read and never tell you anything. I was just like, you know, like waiting for the word to appear which would tell me what it was all about. So, back to what is relevant. Relevant things, mind you, relevant things are never what they seem to be. Like they change any time you look at them or even disappear. The worst thing, when they appear. If only I knew what this all means.

IT SEEMED LIKE, you know, like you were walking on a foreign country. Even the red leaves made you feel afraid. Not that you did not know, that you would find a different texture here. Like you had been waiting. Waiting, for the crack of those leaves to frighten you. You, who had been warned of what might go wrong. Wrong, if you are corageous enough to leave the womb and face new things. Things, that are waiting for you to be discovered in that new land with a new name which might eventually become yours.

IT APPEARED LIKE, maybe, like you had been trying to find your roots where you do not belong to. Like, you know, like you are never happy with what you have so, why not go further? You walk in zig-zag and realize, after all, that it was not a question of space but of time. Time will put you on your place, no wonder. Now tell me which is the superordinate axe, no doubt. Doubting, that you would become one. One, within the place which was waiting. Waiting, to teach you a lesson. Lesson, which you did not know. Knowledge, that is required for the application. Application, that is written on the red leaves of the new path you are walking.

Let the path begin.