Our tree has had a baby tree. It's really little. It looks like a bush at first, but then you notice it's got exactly the same leaves as its mother. Insofar as a tree can be cute, it's cute.
I couldn't write this earlier. I guess I needed time to cool off.
"I don't like this tree," I said, drawing my hand away from the waves of unhappiness that radiated off of it. No one else seemed to notice. A rhythmic chant went up. It was soothing. Relaxing. You could almost feel yourself slipping away, and I knew everyone else in the circle was feeling it as well.
Then, a jolt. Everyone was startled, of course. She explained briefly that all their negative energy had gone into the tree. What she didn't know is that it worked. Such energy can be projected; I guess I'm not the living proof of it. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of pity, I touched the tree again and tried to feel it.
All of a sudden I felt awful.
A feeling of depression and anxiety swept over me like a wave of night. I was so... tired. And hurt. And worried. And I guess the tree was feeling better.
Ask me to explain it? I can't. At least, not so anyone could understand it.
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You don't always have to touch things to feel them.
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