Some quiet place, etc.

Found this in my journal from my creative writing class. It's a dramatic piece about laying on the ground in the dark woods of Duluth. It's cute and cringe and I hope you love it so much.

BLOGS

6/15/20241 min read

I've never seen it in the light of day. In fact, I've never really seen it at all. Yet, through the thickness of the black, velvet skies, it reveals the brilliance of the cosmos. The contrasting nothingness of the night manifests the everythingness of the stars.

The wind whispers to my worries, referring them to the wisdom of the woods. Its silence holds space for me to embrace the art of noticing. Forced to surrender to the chirp of the crickets, the rustle of the leaves, the echo of Frank Ocean flowing from the phone on my friend's chest. To experience the bliss of life - of mere existence.

It hugs me with empathy. It hosts me with humility. At once, I realize my insignificance and my infinite power. I feel negligible. I feel necessary.

The ground beneath me is not asking to be noticed. It doesn't beg for attention. Nature is selfless. It's not about the place, it's about the feeling that comes with it. The feeling of oneness. The feeling of being everything, etc. It's just some place; some quiet place.