3:04 am

think,

what joys are left?

i'm hiding from the "real" world:

of money and loans and signatures and confirmations and sighs

but is that real?

i forget sometimes what it's like to sit in the grass.

what it's like to taste the salt on my lips after a swim,

what it's like to sit in the silence of the forest.

DREAM.

God, it's the punishment of the damned to forget ourselves.

and we do, as a society, all the time.

how perfect life feels when we open our eyes.

there may be mountains of fuel for negativity,

but i swear, we were meant to climb bigger mountains of gold.

love yourself, love your life, love your people.

find the joy in love.