Don't you think trees have their own language?

When I'm walking for fun without a "predestined place" to arrive, I always found myself thinking on this.

They are just listening, watching and giving us life.

Fight me.

I'm trying not to be the "bad girl", but sometimes i don't have a choice but to be her and it drives me insane. 

I'm drowning and i fight against her.

Here's the question: 

What is going to happen when I finally be so tired to keep fighting? 

Answer: You stop breathing.