unsuccessful

unsuccessful humanness The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that once wanted to be the biggest to dominate the forest but hubris had gotten it, and for no reason, he thought of Israel as a wrong plant among coniferous trees. In a glade, where rabbits sat when catching the morn sun, a group of people had occupied the clearing their leader, an enormous woman with fake blond hair her husband was a hateful one seeking vengeance for slights he had suffered, it had given him an ulcer A tall man with three legs, one shorter than the two another leg, the short leg, had a shoe like the type jesters wear, but there was nothing funny about him he wore a prop gun, and his dream was to go into show business The ensemble of shopkeepers unshaven busy selling dreams and stolen inventions. They were the result of a mad scientist who thought that since he was blessed by God could improve on his work and create a space on land that belonged to grazing sheep, olive trees, and people who were not in a hurry when the sun said it was midday. Clearly, he was not welcome, left and afraid for the future A week he drove back to the parcel in the woods the botched humanity had vanished, instead I saw a carpet of white butterflies, disturbed by the sound of his bike. Took flight and looked like a cloud seeking protection from a cumulus on the blue sky of eternal peace.