i found this sketch on youtube and i can’t stop thinking about it

I've been thinking about how trees resemble, far too close, our blood vessels. That perhaps the same red flooding through my veins once ran free through the roots of the oak outside the porch. That I am alive the same way nature is, that I am part of something bigger, something that shelters me. Maybe if I lie down on the grass my heartbeats will match the humming of the earth, maybe if I stay here long enough my hair, too, will bloom in flowers. I think that these moments, these little details, are nothing but evidence of being alive. So long as trees grow and get stronger with time, so will my body, so will myself.

something: is vampire related