THERE MIGHT BE GIANTS
I enter the wilderness behind the fence.
Humans left a while ago and lost interest in the pure roughness of nature.
Outsiders. Entangled. A Thicket.
There are almost no noises. Once in a while the sound of a fly or a bird catches my ears.
Sometimes far away the sound of the sea.
I walk deeper into the jungle. Climbers try to catch me, more branches prickle and break.
Dryness. No way through.
I turn around and try another path to find its magic.
Devastation. A battle of powers.
I follow the path of brokenness and open my eyes.
Pure and present.