When everything goes wrong, when I can’t feel alive, then I go outside. The evening sunshine wakes me up from my trance. I realize not only I can see but I can observe. The sky beyond me, that is taller than I am. That oxygen fulfills my lungs and blood runs through my veins. Then, with a warm blow of air in my face, I can feel again. The sweetest touch of love, so gentle, so sublime; when an airwave runs through my face and between my finger. I breath hard and heavy, closing my eyes just to feel nature surrounding me. In a moment of enlightenment, I realize that I get so caught on my human reality that I miss reality itself. As the act of a creature of love, it opens my inner eyes so I see, so I can feel. The kind gesture of nature makes me feel alive again.
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I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness. — Franz Kafka (via unfreshed)
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