Inner Jungle

Sometimes I run around in it and sometimes I don't move at all. Sometimes I reach the sky and collect hope. Sometimes I go underground and write my own prayers. I'm happy if rain sprinkles on me. I was never pessimistic. but these are the bright reflections I can do. what I can't do is in the webs, being eaten by spiders. May it be sacrificed. I don't exist where you look, just like the one behind you doesn't see you. There is only one character and flow here. There are millions of singles in the flow.