sometimes i daydream that i am someone else, somewhere else. days like today with the mists swirling between the trees, i am back in the mountains of new hampshire. a piece of my heart lies hidden, tucked away safely, deep within the confines of the forest. there, i run free, dodging through the trees and around the tall emerald-green ferns. no longer am i pursued by the relentless drag of my "every-day" life. i no longer need physical shelter and sustinance. my eyes absorb everything around me, filling me until i could burst. here, now, i feel whole.
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