Of Trees And Men - By Victoriya Stoyanova

Sometimes it’s so nice to be ill-mannered – not to go somewhere just because you don’t want to, just because you don’t have power to smile reluctantly, just because you’re so exhausted that you lack the energy to conform yourself not to mention to be kindly false. You run away from the world for a little while, hug the trunk of a tree and ask it to give you power. Just for a while. You deeply take breath and … come back to reality. For long. Well-mannered, predictable and self-destructively kind to everybody but not to you. You’be gathered yourself. Applause! And trees cry after you. Because of you. For you. But you’ve already forgotten. Yourself too. The mask suits you. Or you hope so. I think that trees know everything about human nature. Thank God they are speechless. – Maria Laleva