In my dreams I concluded that each step I took represented some trees in this immense forest.
I think I was confused, most likely each tree represents walks that I no longer remember; because now I am a compendium of ideas without identity.
No, now I am a walker who walks, perhaps because of the will not to give up that I demonstrated in my final moments of sanity.
For the self I have forgotten, I will walk until this forest consumes my remaining ideas, my doubts and my questions.
What will remain?
It doesn't matter anymore, do you even know what you are?
Consciousness, I consider you the final trace of the doubts and questions of what I was.
And I am the final trace of what I once was. I will walk without stopping, even if I don't find an end.
You will doubt! Damn forest, finish!
Silence, let us be silent; We just have to walk.
Trees, trees, trees…
Steps, steps, steps...
Inhale and exhale. This cold breeze won't stop us. That the forest takes action means that it is aware of my existence. It's strange to say it like that, but once again I think I'm in the fantasy stomach of a being that feeds little by little on the identity of those devoured.
That's why with every walk I lose something, although I can't say how many things I've lost.
One step and another step.
I remember something similar. My legs gave way to fatigue, and like a martyr I walked on my knees. But weak and tired doesn't always mean defeated. I observe every part of this forest, until my body gives way, the wrinkles appear...
Silence, silence, silence
This forest is not merciful, you will wake up again.