Mr Tree

I like To Pretend.

Let's Play A game, it's called Pretend.

So now you Are not Here,
You Are Where I Am Telling You Where You Are.
Just Like  book. Or Some Lame Shit Like that.


The Setting Is a Forest, You Don't know What Time It Is.
Its Grey, The Sky is Grey, The Grass Is Wet.
It Feels Cold on Your Skin and You Feel Lonesome.
There is Lots of Pine Nettles on the ground,
They are Dead, and when they die they turn red before they Decompose.
The Earth is Red.
There is a very very Mild Rain, Like floating Drifting Water.
It's Very Misty so You Can Barely See Past your Arms length.

There are some plants, That Feel Afraid of you.
When you touch them they Will Contract Like Scared Animals.
I've Seen them, They Exist.

You walk Around only with some briefs.
You Barely Have Clothes on.
Its a bit Cold But the Mist Comforts you and Makes You Feel Alive.

You have a candle in One Hand Sheltered by some Sort of Wind Shield.
Some Metal Crafted thing that looks Pretty and Has Glass on every side.
It Is Made out of Some Kind of Brass Looking Thing.

You thought you went insane, And very likely you did.

A Tree has spoken to you.

The Tree Said that he couldn't understand humans,
That everything had a balance on existence But Humans seem to Override that Pattern.

The Tree told you that humanity were a bunch of greedy overly Neurotic Monkeys.
The Tree's Voice had such a deep voice.

You hugged him anyways.


In  a bit of rage you got a knife and carved into him "I <3 You" while the Tree Screamed.

The Tree had no arms so it couldn't defend itself.
Good Bye Mr Tree, You give him a last hug and then you stumble in the mist and cold.