West.

Finding time to breathe has been hard lately. My mind constantly is drifting to that small lake high in the hills. I camped there alone next to the river. My tent touched the sand that slowly was dragged into the cold mountain water. The silence of the woods surrounding me not broken by machines or men.

I awoke to a glass lake everyday. Untouched by the land or man. I would slide a canoe into the icy water and paddle to the middle and watch the sun rise over the mountains. The golden light would warm my skin and fill me with the energy of a new day. 

But no longer do I awake to this peace. I don't feel the warm sun on my skin. I don't smell the trees and hear the world waking up. I awake to this so called higher standard of living. Where a human makes their way through life not by inspiration and originality. But by clinging to the social norm and acting as if this life we all live is natural. 

My heart longs for a world and a place that I can only temporarily have. A world where freedom takes on its literal meaning. Where a man is equal with what he lives among. Where no other creature judges you for who you truly are. Where no amount of money and fame can hide the true self. And I can no longer ignore this call of the mountain. This call of true living.   

I'm suffocating in this smog of what is now my life. 

And honestly I am just looking for a way to the air again.