Extraordinary forest of a thousand tales choosing its trail as a river of words that better suits its purposes, so it can make a bitter fable out of reality that doesn't give out favors unless its roots are sweetened by bliss. Immaculate forest extending its powers to the imaginary force of lightening nerves, illuminating the tail of reminiscences until they culminate in an instant of bliss, love pouring from the skies nurturing the forest of a million tales, creating actuality out of the nothingness that we recreate in images of growth. Standing tall, standing green, making genuine what is meant to be a reverie, a forest of tales, a river of words, a rain of love, and a phantom of time made my unnerving brain.
Sometimes a metaphor can speak more truth than a fact. If emotion drives facts, then these can shift our experience of reality. If we are bound to accept emotion and distinguish it from fact, then one must first embrace emotion to release it from what we believe it is, a fact; because emotion releases metaphor, not logic.