a yearning desire.

I read once that if we open people up we will find landscapes, and I truly believe in the beauty of that; the highs and lows; the imperfect balance of nature; the contrast and contradiction of the colors, just like that nature is perfect and so are we.

A poem of life has awakened a sensation of longing to a wide landscape, as big as the space as blue as the ocean, and maybe just as cold as Alaska.

a small sum of the alphabet can reshape how we feel, how we think, and what we want of life and out of life.

I long for the open skies

I long for the quiet and lack of movement

I long for the morning laughter

I long for the constant change of horizon

I long for the freedom of thoughts

I long for the morning

I long for the sun

I long for the space

I long for the unexpected

I long for the bravery to start over

I long for the first step

I long for the unlived possibilities

I long for the past

I long for the inner peace

I long for the light

I long for the sensation of being seen and understood

I long for the sunsets

I long for difference

I long for moving away

I long for changing the world

I long I

I long for

A different day, year, world, self, ideas, a re-start, a pause, sun, and time suspension. Time is fleeting and so are we, but I still long.. a yearning desire for change.