Thoughts in my head # 44 or the main thing is not to live in oblivion...

Till satiety, greedily, lap up water from a transparent stream in the forest, and being full of this sudden thirst, to feel the coolness and balance of the forest.
Forest, it is like a separate parallel world, like space, inside the planet ...
It is alive and vociferous... Everyone around are talking: an old fallen tree, a pine branch languidly waving with a paw of needles, moss under a tree, a drop of juice on a birch, a viscous swamp with broken reeds, the squeaking of trunks of tired trees, screaming birds, rustling mice....
Freedom... it's sweet. Freedom opens the eyes, tunes the rumor and gives the nose of a predator, the nose of a hungry beast...
Freedom... it gives wings.
One swing, and you plunge into the heavenly space, where vanity vanishes... And lowering your head down, you feel from the side, the life from which you just emerged ... A light wind, a bright sun light, the sun rays warm the wings and body, and ..... the expanse of the blue space of the heavenly surface....
Here, in the forest world, everything is fair. Everyone knows the value of life here... Everyone realizes its moment, its breathing, its rhythm, its whisper ....
Freedom.... I want to scream till the hoarseness of the remnants of the voice, closing my eyes with happiness, for being able to be myself and feeling the insatiability of life:
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ..... - but it turns out howling .....
Uhuhuhuhuh ... but it turns out the hooting of an owl ...
But what difference does it make how to shout at large?! What difference who you are when you are free?!
The main thing is not to live in oblivion .......