I’m glad I found this again.
I guess you kind of have to look at it for a little until the orientation of everything becomes clear. It might be a little erotic but, whatever. I think it depicts beauty, even if I’m not all that great at sketching.
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t sketch more often,
then once I do, I remember why.
I need to sketch and write more frequently.
I need to read more poetry and analyze it more deeply.
I need to use other mediums and create more with them.
I need to think more critically and discover more truths about myself.
I need to push myself to learn and research more subjects on my own.
I need to let it all out and soak it all in.
We will walk wherever our feet may take us,
with no plan other than finding gaping land.
We will breathe in deeply the aromas of our surroundings,
and sit. Not a word will be spoken.
Not a sound will be heard not of nature.
And we will close our eyes, continue to breathe,
and begin to feel the air pass through every crevice of our bodies,
every blade of grass, every indication of this beautiful place.
We will not keep track of time. We will not be worried of daily responsibilities.
Nature will swallow us in and humble us again, reminding us
that life is meant to be nothing but invigorating, passionate, and fulfilling.
When the time has come for silence to break,
we will not leave. We will lay, eyes open to the sky.
The Earth will be our deepest connection, and I will love you and love you.
I’m at a loss.
I feel vulnerable, uneasy, and confused.
It’s so difficult for me to just say,
“Fuck everyone, I’ll do as I please.”
Because I can’t seem to be fully pleased with myself
when those closest to me aren’t pleased as well.
I guess I still have a lot of growing up to do?
This isn’t even legible.
I can barely even read it in front of me.
But I like this entry in my journal.
It was on the most euphoric night I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I haven’t written in a while, and I actually put a lot of thought into this.
