Sitting by the side of the road, in Sweden, in summer, waiting for the buss. It's chilly and wet but light. It is green at the open landscape. Deers are hopping over the road.
* I cry out of nowhere *
Somehow there is something I miss from then. Some feeling that is pure and absolute.. righteous. That I don't have to be any other place at the moment. That it is only right that I am there.
Whatever I do, however much I try to relax, love, live, I haven't managed so far to get this feeling back.
Here she is photo creds from: http://weknowyourdreams.com/gazelle.html
* I cry out of nowhere *
Somehow there is something I miss from then. Some feeling that is pure and absolute.. righteous. That I don't have to be any other place at the moment. That it is only right that I am there.
Whatever I do, however much I try to relax, love, live, I haven't managed so far to get this feeling back.
Here she is photo creds from: http://weknowyourdreams.com/gazelle.html
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