Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sometimes I just want to go.
... and be in a time like this.
When days were spent with family and friends, not hovering over textbooks or researching on computers or mindlessly watching television.
When our eyes were filled with natural imagery of our beautiful world, untouched by industrialized hands or rotted away by pollution.
When we didn't rely so much on technology as a way of being and living.
When true creation of inspiration was rooted.
When happiness was truly found through family, art, reading, falling in love, friends, and time with God, not through lustful sex or money or technology.
When lying in fields while reading a book all day was considered productive and you didn't have to allot time just do so.
Sometimes, I get these clouds of thought; clouds that of thought and just desire to just shed all that's of this world and be truly set free. Sometimes I just want to run away, wild and in nature, letting go of stress and disappointment; fear or worries.
And I'd only look back to smile gently and let my fingers brush against the waving, tall grass, as it sighed its goodbye.