The sea provides a healing magic that goes beyond drugs and prescriptions. It forces us to become involved with it. The ocean draws on the strength of plants from the Earth, the water that is a part of all life and the mineral salts from which our bodies are created.
(Source: lisaslocket)
I should be on my own for awhile.
Just leave and go where ever, wanderlust/travel/hippylife.
Like a year . Like a solid year without familiar contact.
I’m gonna need sometime to plan it out**
- Start off money
- places I’d like to hit
- uhh… what I need to pack .
- When I’ll leave
Love affects me. Whether it be by the fullness of it, or what of it I lack in my being. My source isn’t always a running well, sometimes it ain’t even pure. I can say for sure, Its something that’s sometimes so blocked, that it leaves the texture in my eyes faint and dim. Something that when running well, gives me great joy. Sometimes I’m sick because of my need for it, but im sick for it —sick from it. Breathe into me… Carry me out to sea.
I’m a love doof ,so carry me out to sea where I can drown in it. I’m fine going crazy. The Chaos is surreal.
I’m a doof I’m a doof I’m a doof
and i’ll never be more okay than when I’m totally Afflicted ,.
