It's funny how woods or trees are trying to be as tall as possible as if they are in a competition that doesn't even exist. It felt like you can't get out no matter how hard you tried. You were in desperate need for an answer. An answer to solve something that you can't quite see. You want to get out but the woods are trying to keep you on leaving. Woods, nature...they are comforting. Alone...sounds good, right? But how can you face your problems when you can't even get out of your own shell? How can you be vulnerable to other people, when you can't even be vulnerable with yourself. So maybe it's time to go out. It's time to face reality. Finally, I'm out of the woods. A story to unravel.