It was good to get away. There’s something about the stillness of a secluded forest – the smell of fecundity, the constant green, the murmur of a stream. It all brings me back to a primordial place. A place without money or society or want. It just is. And when I’m there, I just am.

Back in “civilization” it’s hard to hear that ancient stillness above the cacophony of the demons. Frustration, depression, and anxiety never stay away for long. But maybe I can find my haven in the woods even when I’m surrounded by the works of ye mighty. All I need to do is close my eyes and see the gentle stream among the bastion of trees. Or I can wear pine scented cologne. Maybe I’ll do both. That way people with think I’m crazy and leave me alone.