Sunday, June 9, 2013
somewhere in the middle of Iowa the flat lands turn into rolling hills, and my soul felt a little kick. I can see the sick air of the industrial Midwest behind me now, its thick depression has lifted. I expand my mind and I see things differently, and people wonder why I'm stuck in my own world most of the time. all I see before me is the highway and wide open opportunity. here is the place I will always be, never really getting anywhere if I don't accept that first. I can be surrounded by mountains or rubble, it doesn't matter, but the white caps and foothills help me gather a moment in time when nothing else can distract me and I can just be. peace.