Patient 001 - @AlejandraHer18 -:
Poco sé sobre el bosque que se alza frente a mi y crece descontrolado. Pero arranco la hierba que me hiere, y siempre espero con ansias lo que nazca.
Si me adentro en él no es porque me llama, sino porque hay algo que me empuja en mi interior y no le temo, aunque la silueta del lobo aparezca tras un árbol.
Yo me adentro en el bosque y me encuentro, y me encuentra el misterio. Qué haré cuando me adentre y no pueda volver?
Seguiré coleccionando hojas, y rocas, y garras.
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I know little about the forest that rises before me and grows uncontrollably. But I pull out the weeds that wound me, and eagerly await whatever is born to take their place.
If I enter it, it's not because it calls me, but because there is something that pulls at me from inside myself, and I am not afraid, even though the silhouette of the wolf appears behind a tree.
I go into the forest and find myself, and the mystery finds me. What will I do when I go so deep that I can no longer return?
I'll keep collecting leaves, and rocks, and claws.