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.