I feel sick. I am sick. I need to pick up a camera and photograph pretty things. To breathe in beauty. To see, hear, sense and be present. I'd like to lay down on grassy fields and hug the sun with open arms. I want to smell the dirt, trees, water. To feel organic and less robotic. I'd like to hear nothing but the nature and not this quiet, so quiet and empty, room. Where did everything go? Where did I go? I want to live and be. I need to live and be.

Being inspired feels so foreign.

photo: iliveinoctober
ttp://www.flickr.com/photos/greenlook/