if i slur a bit it's just because i'm confused don't think too much of it

the incredible freedom, the freedom impossible to put into words pictures films thoughts memories, headspace, like that first breath kinda feeling after the silence under water pressure, it's like the air has found its peace in the chilly starry short smokey nights in which i woke up again and again, falling back into sleep after wrapping those sleeping bags a little bit tighter each time. bundled up and rolling across the land, next to what can only be described as everything, my eyes would never get tired of that film framed by my window, of endless characters of nature running past. endless like the warmth and the stories that i have learned, it was a liberating encounter with the big wide world to find a home in people again so quickly; hope, mostly. iceland, this is not a love letter, just a quick message to a new-found friend.