I sit in the same spot, in the same forrest, thinking the same thoughts. Looking left to right from up to down. Some of the trees are standing tall, some broken down. As I sit here on pieces of broken pavement, on my I don't even know how many cigarettes I've had now cigarette, infatuated in how they speak. You can hear them whispering through their leaves, you can see them dancing till they freeze. How beautifully silent friendship can be when all they have is each other and the breeze.