Normally when something sad happens I like to stay home. But not this time. I think I need to try something new. So I’m in the back of a taxi. Driving towards the middle of nowhere.

I have a family cabin away from everything. I had never seen it before. It’s already late enough to see stars. A lot of them. It looks like a little girl spilt an entire bottle of glitter in the sky. When the taxi stoped I payed the diver the required amount and jump out of the car. Everything was dark so i couldn’t get a good look at anything too well.

Until the next morning. I woke up to a warm ray of sunlight spilling in through the window at the top of the walls on the east side. I got a full 10 hours of sleep and it gave me a little push of energy.

I sat up and let the blankets fall off of me. I slipped on some clothes, just some light brown cargo pants and a fitted black shirt, and walked around the cabin. I didn’t have a lot of time to look at the cabin because of how late I got here, but now that it was bright outside, I could take in every detail. Wood floors and walls with a glossy shine. A glass table with white marbled marks covering its surface, and matching chairs with animal pelts as its cover. The faint smell of brand new furniture. But the thing that really caught my eye, was the windows. Not the windows themselves, but the view.

Outside there were thousands of trees. Everywhere you looked you could see tall trees with a faint blue tint to their leaves. The floor was lush with grass, and often you would see a purple flower poking through the thick grass. I shoved myself through the door so I could examine each detail and take it in slowly. The grass was soft and a deep green constantly. No matter where you looked there was green grass, not a speck of grass turned yellow from dehydration or lack of sun. The purple flowers mainly had five or six pedals and were white on the edges of its long and crisp pedals. If you looked hard enough you could find a flower that was not purple but red, or yellow. The red flowers had long stems and the pedals themselves looked like tiny church bells. The yellow ones looked like you cut the sun into three short, wide, pieces.

As for the smell, it smelt like fresh rain. Like right after a storm hits and the smell still lingers. It had a slight tone of pine from all the surrounding trees. The trees were taller then the cabin by what seemed like 15 feet. Each with long, dark, trunks and Pine needles, each as long as one of my fingers.

The sun poured onto my face filling me with a warm felling on the inside and out. It put a slight golden touch on everything making the cold and warm colors balance out in the perfect way.

I soaked in the feeling of freshness and peace. Life had been hard lately. Not getting excepted into the collage of your dreams cuts deep. Especially when you have been working since the 6th grade to keep fighting for your future. But, maybe this break is going to be a good thing. I just have to keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason. And it will work out. I hope.

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I really ✨hate✨ this writing but I told myself that if I never posted and got feedback, I would never get better. So I’m just punching myself in the face and making myself post this. Oh well then.

✨🤍✨please do not judge me. No hate allowed ✨🤍✨