If you say that's all you want I will turn you into a fish. Then you can swim in it.
Where do you live? I know some people live in towns, but there you are - you live in a cave - can you enjoy this beauty, or rather torture your minds with the ideas - how's in the town. Boring and hot. And there is a lot of people. There is not enough parking space. Everything sucks. Can't you enjoy that view and just forget everything else in the world?
Who would like to have a mind like this? To enjoy the solitude and then to drown when a tide is high. I am poetical today, but far from the fantasy level I truly wish to have today. People are liars. Oh, yes. You may sit down and write something meaningful or not right there, and imagine to be closer to me in that way.
But, to be absolutely fair, would you feel happy with that? Maybe it is better to organize a life around the activities instead of the fantasies, but that decision is entirely at your disposal. Maybe you had too much of the activities so now you just want to vegetate. What an equilibrium.
They say the time heals and breaks anything and that in the end, nothing can remain hidden. The shit starts to resurface when the last tune has been played. Can't be that difficult to admit, you hate us all. Just a question - how loud do we die? Because my mind might be a still image in a permanently suspended mode, but yours - aw my - can go to any length.
Is is a dawn, is it a sunset? I know what you want. The snow, the ice, frozen plate and pile of Others you think you got. But it is the same thing. It is a desolation in your mind. You always want something else, something better, the grass is always greener over there. Over here. And it is not. They just are and you just want to escape.
Attribution
Image Source
Image Source 2
Image Source 3
Image Source 4
Image Source 5
Image Source