Wow, this has been in my drafts for the longest time.
A couple months ago, I had visited a ginkgo tree for the first time. And since I had thought that I might have been able to visit the famous camphor tree related to Lucien, I made the trip to find one.
And I spent three hours trying to find this one tree. *Sobs*
People say camphor are a summer tree, but to me, they always seem prettier in Autumn. My vision took in every vibrant green leaf.
“Still remember this spot?
“This spot?”
“It will all come back to you eventually.”
I was overwhelmed by a strong desire to sleep.
The last thing I saw was Lucien’s face. His face was a tangle of indiscernible emotions.
I seemed to see a reluctance, longing, a bidding of farewell.
What if when you sleep you stop existing. Like when you sleep thats it. Your done. And when you wake up its a different you with all your memories but sometimes the forget things. And thats why you get delirious and crap when you don't sleep for a long time. We werent meade to last more than a day. Like thats also why you can never remember what it feels like to o fall asleep because thats just you fading away. And when people die in there sleep its bc the ran out of other thems. Like you have a stockpile your slowly depleating as each day goes on.