Conversation in the Woods

Conversation in the Woods Nice day. The third of June. Glittering light. Light. Just walk, walk in the paths. Forest trails. Walks. “Where are you?” I asked Satan. Silence. “Where are you? I asked the Master. “In. There. Other. On-in there. Far,” he answered. “I don’t want English psychology,” I said. “I am here. I am not an English psychologist. I am your friend,” Said Satan. “Follow me, just walk, walk, and walk,” Said Satan.“ Be with me,” Said Satan. “I don’t want English psychology in my life,” I said. I want the life The life The meeting Be pure “I love you, Satan. Take me in your heart, be love,” I love you. ”I do not want English psychology in my life!” I said to Satan. I want life! I want heart, I want mind! I want independence! I need life I don’t need English psychology I need life I need life I need life I am free Freedom’s life I am a European English psychology is not mine Life is on I need love I love life The Satan Followed on “Stay alone” Said my Satan Finish walk Night Gone, my love on Gone, my love, on Gone my life So life Off Loving you On Night. Dark.Trees. No light. I walked here. The woods. Home of Light.