The thoughts can set me free, but they can also entangle me sometimes. Now and again, I really do get lost in them.
That's the thing about wandering off the path lain out before you. You get lost in the woods because nature isn't so predictable, not even in ourselves.
When you vanish off the city scapes and neighborhood roads, out in the wilderness..that's where you can be truly free and lose your mind.
Don't you hate when talking to yourself how bad your day is in the middle of forest next to a tent, Then out nowhere some pops up... I sure do. But first, How do I set up a tent...
When things started to build up for me, I wanted to scream. Louder than a pillow could hide. I wanted to grip my fists until my palms bruised. All this emotion. Irrational? Justified? Did I deserve to be so angry, so sad, so frustrated? Ask person to person and they'll have a different answer. So I walked away. I walked away from all these people and out into the woods.
To a place where a strange sheet calls to me. A reminder, a beacon. Is it hope? I don't know. I want to understand. I want to call out. I want to hope....I want to change again.
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