it’s difficult to let my mind rest these days. i think in a singular endless stream, never swayed by my own plead for silence. the only entity powerful enough to pause this flow is the roaring of the earth. this is why i must surround myself with nature. why i need to escape the dull buzzing that chases me through streets of stillness and concrete. there is life in the city but it is fake, fuelled only by skid marks and bottles and glowing neon signs. i cling so tightly to the sounds of the forest, the branches ringing in my ears and the thundering whistle of the leaves as they dance so restlessly above my head. i can sit in the dirt and be still, enveloped by the murmuring breeze, my brain silenced by the resonance of nature’s beauty. the miracle of life is the only thing that can empty my mind of all its uncertainty. here, in the trees, i am known.