It's beautiful where I live.
Not necessarily because there are trees and landscapes rivers and pretty things that painters tend to paint. But because it's isolated enough that I can stand in my living room, and scream "FUCK" at the top of my lungs, and no one can hear me.
Lately, it's been quite "FUCK".
I feel completely deflated, lost, and absolutely without fire.
I begin and end every day feeling defeated. The meaty portion of my existence consists of the moments I spend in solitude, before people arrive again to remind me in one form or another, "you're not as great as you think you are."
I miss you so much.
And you don't even know it...