Mysterious Thoughts

It was another day. I was walking along a trail covered by the shadows of many different trees by height and type. I have seen these trees everyday before, but I was suddenly drawn to a certain one. One that I've never seen before that grew such fruit, filling me with mysterious thoughts never thought before. I climbed this mystic tree to taste of it's fruit. High up in the tree I saw that some of the fruit were rotten and soft, some scared and bruised, some were coated with tiny torns, others were missing from their stems. Even some haven't fully bloomed yet or haven't at all. Searching and looking for the one that can fullfill my hunger, nearly giving up I happen to stubble upon something. The perfect one, the biggest, the shinest, the ripest of them all. Hard yet well polished, her skin was as red as thick blood. Her scent was sweet, crisp, and viberant. I bit into her with a quick, but slow and sharp bite. Savoring each and every bite as one became much more sweeter and juicer than the last. As I indulged deeper and deeper into her bitter sweetness I came into a black dark hole. It puzzled me while I peered into the small space of emptiness. A mystery yet to be solved. Even this black dark hole of emptiness was there it did not replace the sweetness of the fruit nor did it ruin the mysterious thoughts that will forever hunt me.