More fields and clouds. No women, only solitude.
Away from the tedious minds and bodies of others, I feel at one with myself, calm. The sun brings back memories, and it’s warmth makes my blood feel good. Nature helps me to understand things, to let go of junk.
And there’s too much junk, not enough love. If everyone went on long walks, the world would be a better place. People would let go of all the unimportant shit, and goodness would grow in abundance. Just as long as they don’t walk near me. I like my solitude, thank you very much.