The desert is a truely unique place.
So quiet yet full of sound, monotonous yet so versatile, relaxing yet truely fearsome.
Right now I think there is no more appealing place for me like the desert.
I have the feeling a week with no cell-phone, no work and no home-work will do me wonders.
I seem to complain a lot lately,
and it may seem that I'm not satisfied with my life right now.
I must say it's not true - my life is fine right now,
there's just this feeling that I need something else,
an outing for feelings or atristic desires that doesn't seem to be.
I tend to have this feeling while studying -
Could it be that learning actually bounds me from being creative?
Or maybe it gets me way to serious...
And I dislike being serious just as much as I like being serious.
Or maybe it just makes me serious when I shouldn't be.
Food for thought for me -
I'll go eat.
