SPUR AT TIC

They say when you know you know. 

We have all come out here either to search or run. Frankly, I think it is an unusual but a beautiful process amongst this vast group.I consider this therapy, the best kind. Maybe we’re all the same kind of “fucked up”…

 Its only been a few weeks and I’m more comfortable in these bare white walls then I ever have been before. These woods bring out the best of characters. The most interesting, the most vibrant, the most bold.The most that are willing to live. Imagine, disconnecting from everything and everyone who you didn’t even want to look at for tiresome conversation and actually listening to your own heartbeat before you escape. Who knew it could be so fucking exhilerating. Who knew this is really what we are missing out on.

Communication amongst each other, and the ability to listen to ones self..Its slowly dispersing. Sad really because it is the entity of human life. Its what we are put here for and here it truly exists in the most promising way.

I have never felt so lucky.