I need some time alone. I need to get out of town. I need to reflect on the chaotic lifestyle I live in this modern age. I need to admire simplicity and the complexity of nature. I need to write and to discover myself in words. I need to look down from a mountain peak in the morning and be able to write until the sun sets and the words become to dark to see.

I want something I can’t have. What I what, I need. I can’t have what I need. I can go there in my dreams, but if won’t suffice. I can wish and wait but no such dream turns to reality. In a year time, I will follow any road that leads to natures beauty and a reclusive retreat.

Labels: nature, prose, simplicity