Love the sound and feel of gravel crunching beneath my feet.
Love the melody of the forest.
Love the cool air hanging in the air.
Love the sound of water smashing on the rocks.
Love the light that shines through the trees.
Love just being.
I should do this more often.
The beast that was raging inside, threatening to rip the thin walls apart, is temporarily soothed. Should I let it out? Or should I build stronger walls against it?
No comments:
Post a Comment