The moss jungle

Trapezing through a cushy world of green. Respiration of the forest just barely audible. Silence and trying to listen, the weight of it muting your own thoughts. When you hear the buzz and chirp of a hummingbird, a glowing puffleg I spot!, its like opening your eyes for the first time.

Swinging like Tarzan through this sideways world of vegetation misty and surreal. Tangled and labrythine like your deepest memories and darkest secrets. Trying not to fall through. Reminders of the weight of life amidst even this fantasy come to life like a dream.