Let’s Get Lost

Nothing speaks to my soul so much as the words lost, wild, wilderness, and freedom. I will never feel so much at home as I do deep in the middle of the woods. No thoughts or emotions, just nature’s rhythm. With little sound other than birds flitting and the soft groans of the forest. There is an art to forgetting oneself, truly forgetting. It is not often that the world outside us leaves us without a thought. But oh, how desirous, how enduring, yet fleeting those moments are. When all inside is completely silent, and you can just be.