The night, long, cold, and dark, ablaze with a deep passion. An ancient desire boiling up from seemingly no where. That lust for solitude in most remote way possible. Soul screaming from within to escape into the nothing that exists in uncharted mountain valleys. Goal of destination being the journey to get there.
Most days an empty field seems closest to home. Surrounded by mountains would be wonderful, sitting under this lonely tree. Get lost in the sights all around as my soul settles to calm. Thoughts running wildly as my mind enters to relax. With pen in hand, and pads at my side, I shall begin to write all that does visit with me this day.