noise surrounds us. most of it static. infused confusion by the chaos of the mad beat hustle. but here in the conservation of nature i’m able to lay within my thoughts. space to contemplate. freedom to listen to a conversation with myself. to rant and ramble; ponder and philosophize. to speak a nonsensical tangent that…
Tag: solitude
aunt gladys.
she’s a piece of nature that gladys. she lures you in with her sassy cat trail, seduces you with her serene view of the world and then slices you down with her hairpin hills. her name is aunt gladys and she’ll send you and your comfort levels out of bounds. a beginner skier i don’t…
static confusion. 