Purgatory

Imagine your problems are seeds and you throw them away. Imagine they take root, as problems often do, and grow, and become trees. Imagine them looming over you with such foreboding presence they block the sun. Imagine them surrounding you in darkness and feeling trapped, suspended among them and unable to move. Imagine knowing of a better future for yourself, but being unable to get to it. 

Imagine that, and then look at these pictures.