(12:40 am)
There is something about the outdoors that speaks to me.
Something that makes me feel.
Being outside, off-trail in the overgrown beauty of nature with a camera around my neck, it is like everything stands still. Like magic, time seems to freeze and nothing matters.
The wind blowing through the leaves
The rushing water in the creeks
Birds singing as they glide through the trees
My feet stepping through the whisking tall grasses.
Something about the purity of it all makes me conscious. Allows me to stand still and just...
Breathe.
All the stress, worries, and time limitation forgotten as I stand there beneath a blossoming tree, turning my face up towards the sun, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath and simply just...
Be.
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Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
