Arrival

May 17, 2001

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Nature holds no ugliness. The snowcaps, in what I perceive to be in the near distance, seem to glow with a silvery, metallic sheen that makes them look fake. They are nothing but paint on a canvas and if I run my hand across them, their existence will only smear…but the irrefutable and majestically ancient formations do truly exist now in my reality and it is literally a shock to the system. Sometimes I could care less when thoughts of home render me sick which is very much unlike me. I’m still giving myself time to adjust and take it in day by day. There is such a diverse amount of emotions I’m experiencing, but given my personality and tendency to be over-emotional, I’d say I’m doing a pretty good job. As of now, there is too much for me to take in and too little time to let it back out. I think I might be having the time of my life but it’s too soon to tell. One thing I can be sure of, my inspiration has regained consciousness and the ability to be able to express myself is a necessity for survival.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist