Here I feel like I’m on top of a mountain. There’s a various mixture of pine trees and maple trees. The sky is a pale blue color. And in this mixture you can find big white clouds. A few are wispy as if they were lightly brushed onto a canvas. The others are big and fluffy, kind of like cotton balls or the stuffing inside toy animals. The sun drifts in and out of sight leaving patches of light yellow and dark grey on the valleys and slopes of the mountains. The air smells like a cold winter night. Everything is covered in a white blanket of snow. And when you look at an angle you can see the sparkles that glitter in the golden sunlight. The kind of sparkles that you would see on a royal crown. It’s here in this state of serenity, that I feel completely alone. I feel free; free to express my thoughts and feelings; free from the torments of human nature; free from life itself. I may not be sitting on this mountain but, to me, tumblr is my mountain. I want to express my thoughts with you if you don’t mind. So please stay for a while, get comfortable if you like and enjoy the soap opera that I like to call my life.
"Do you ever feel that way? Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt- ‘Ah! There I am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it." - Libba Bray #day19 #lost #fmsphotoaday