Somehow
this…
felt
comforting.
to walk barefoot on the ground..
to lie down under the trees..
watching their leaves..
slowly
rustle through the breeze on a lazy afternoon.
Cleansing the loud noises in my head..
replacing it with peace..
and allowing my soul to breathe..
.. without guilt..
..without shame..
.. without pain..
It was somewhat
meditative..
and oddly calming ..
how such a simple thing.. can bring me back..
to me.
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC
Somehow
this…
felt
comforting.
to walk barefoot on the ground..
to lie down under the trees..
watching their leaves..
slowly
rustle through the breeze on a lazy afternoon.
Cleansing the loud noises in my head..
replacing it with peace..
and allowing my soul to breathe..
.. without guilt..
..without shame..
.. without pain..
It was somewhat
meditative..
and oddly calming ..
how such a simple thing.. can bring me back..
to me.
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