A Sweet Escape

Life's frustrations will never end. I came across this saying: consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others. Change, in this context, refers to positive change. I seem to have this delusional idea of me being the focal point of change. Of course, life has its own way of proving you wrong when the need arises.



I feel like I'm living in a cage. The faint smell of fresh air comes to me once in a while, but it doesn't stay to last me through my suffocating days.

I've never tried reading in a plain field, in the company of soothing winds.
(reason being there'd be bugs flying around)

I really miss being outdoors, in a windy place, just chilling. With the sky as my ceiling, and the soft grass as my mattress.