#poetic thoughts
this world moves so fast
but it’s the little things that last
forget the complications;
we’ll regret our reservations
come on over, love
let’s try
My soul is tired.
It aches for the solitude of the woods, of the snow and the healing silence of nature. So, let me pack my things, some thick socks and some warm and soft sweaters. I’ll stock on hot chocolate and marshmallows, my writing equipment and when I’m ready, I’ll leave the noise of the city behind. There, in a cabin in the woods I will breathe and rest. Sleep and dream of simpler days, of days where I do not have to rush and simply be.
Perhaps I will not have a life forever free of stress, but for these days, I can have this.
