I love flirting with danger. I hate doing things that are safe, that are mundane, that are routine. I want to go the top of the mountains and scream my lungs out. All my frustration, everything pent up just out there into the deep valleys.
Whenever I'm out there, nature is just a ploy to make me feel nice. I come back with a sore throat and a happy heart. Everything serene, unlike the things in my life. Everything so calm unlike the ripples of craziness in my life. Everything so stunning unlike the ugliness of my heart.
I escape to there, without a worry of my past. Of what I was. What matters is what I am. What I feel. Nothing more, nothing less. The burdens on my heart mean nothing. I just feel so nice. So me. So less me.
There is no better place to escape than in the lap of Nature. Mother Nature.
This is my first attempt at a prompt. This is attempted at 3WW. Though I have used the 3 words, the emotions are so true! :)
XOXO
Purple!
