I crave a simpler life in the days following a New Year. After goals have been proclaimed and new philosophy mantras take hold. I need to get away from the daily chaos that this world feeds upon.

I need more road trips to wild destinations where mounting money problems and the sickness of social media can’t be found. I need more of the Yurt Life.

I need to get back to protecting myself from society, hiding inside my mask. It’s a safe place full of watercolor paintings and whiskey induced sunset tears.

The end may be closer than I thought at first, and I need a simple life that will let my head rest in peace, my body free from pain, my spirit allowed to soar in a free sky.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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