My mind is set somewhere else today. I can connect both. My body & mind. I'm just sharing. But i'm not always connected to books either. They're like real entities, they all exist, they have a life, breathing pages, talking sentences, shouting words.
Trees are the same. Connected to the ground. Roots embedded in the soil. They breathe the air around. Their leaves are falling from sadness, exhaustion, they soon become bigger than you expected, better than you expected. Green is what connects me to them. Trees are talking minds. I hear them speak. I hear them cry.
One day they become blank pages. Then written pages. They witness History. Or History of the Histories. They feel us. They don't expect anything from us.
I love trees.
i love books.