Sometimes I just need a break from the hustle and bustle of life and to sit on the grass or bench in a quiet park. Listening to the leaves rustling in the breeze and the birds tweeting brings about a sense of calming throughout my body that feels so recharging for my soul.
been in the existential, depression, spiral, identity crisis, world crisis, questioning everything since about August, finally coming to terms that it wonβt just go away. So I danced the fuck out of myself for an hour. Felt so good.
