feel the wind brush your face, the oxygen embraces your skin day after day yet you still don’t feel alive, empty, numb.
let the sights and smells and sounds fill you up, feel them. return again and again, as often as you like.
but don’t close your eyes to the world, don’t keep your eyes on the ground; don’t let anything cloud your vision or mist your thoughts.
there is nothing more beautiful than watching the rain cascade and watching the people panic – they run away from rain. when you’re on the inside looking out, everything feels much safer. but you can never truly see it until you feel it for yourself. until you’re out there, floating, spinning, feeling the rain trickle down your skin.