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A grey darkness strikes my vision Sharp bones cut my skin Piercing needles stab my hand While I feel empty from within Hollow I proceed Towards the forsaken tree Letting me stumble over his roots I role down to where i see A river next to my face Now my nales grab the soil Madly i take a glimpse at him Slowly my blood starts to boil Wanting to get up From the muddy ground To blame him for letting me fall The tree makes a sound ⠀ "Things are not always as they seem For the greater sight we tend to be blind But if you take a closer look You'll find..." ⠀ I looked into the river and saw The reflection of the birds The trees, the clouds and the sky Indescribable by even the most beautiful words ⠀ "You'll find beauty" the tree said "Even within this muddy river emerging like a lotus It's a matter of angle a matter of perception A matter of you choosing what to notice You can choose To see everything dark sad and grey But seeing everything bright happy and coloured Pulls you out of your decay You can choose To fall or fly But before you choose to fall You must give the opposite a try" ⠀ ⠀ - The choice of vision -