Nothing to live for.

Nothing to die for.

Still drawn to melancholy lullabies and sunny mornings.

Vistas free of people.

Inhaling the fragile frosty winter beauty, alone, I wish the mountains would cast me a partner to share the simple splendour.

Beauty is only even seen. realised. at a distance. Distance, perspective, focus, absence, promise.

I've explored a universe in my head, and in one moment seen it all and understood nothing. All paths return home it seems. Yet if i lose my home, where am i now?