tired.
the mental state of which i cannot go on further.perplexed by the pressure and stress.No, my brain cannot take it.I need rest, a place of peace and relaxation,a place of solitary joy.In the darkness, the wind brushes my face...overwhelming me with the multitudes of stars twinkling in another time and space.Yes, the beauty of creation was sufficient.sufficient to undermine the stress of the world, to spectate the wonderous marvelous piece of art....To breathe in the chill of the air right into my lungs...the restoration nature holds within itself...
yes rest...away from the world...away from sapiens who are destroying the earth by the hour..bombs...chaos..pollution...still a place such as this exist in the midst of all these.Let not anyone annihilate the treasure nature holds...the energy it posses ...the very calmness it bringth...
through the creativity and brilliance of an omnipotent omnipresent and omnicience God, i find peace and restoration.....
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