A tree is its own home — a place for shelter, rest and a nice rain shower. The forest is a city, and humans are hot blooded cars driving through its ground ways. Honk if you don’t exist.  

Time too travels within humans, not in our veins and airways but in our bones. It’s a dead end. 

You need to be patient if you want time to find its way out. It takes years of scrupulous learning and practice, sweat and night-time panic attacks, like anything worthwhile. You don’t want time to pass too fast or too slow. It will go when it’s ready, at the right time, no pun intended. 

When time leaves our bodies it travels wild and fast, like an animal released from its cage. Eventually, it gets tired and seeks for a place to sit down and catch its breath. 

We call that a leaf.