We’re all searching for something. Something that makes us feel alive. Something to connect us, to give our lives meaning. But sometimes when your’re searching for that something, the worst thing that could happen is you find it.
full tank of gas, an entire day to myself. The wind blowing through my hair, ultraviolence on repeat. Driving alone on the open road, taking some well needed time for myself. Leaving everything I know behind me for just a few hours. Alone with my camera, a book and a pen. Let my mind explode on the pages, release thoughts I haven’t told anyone, and set them free. And for a moment, I felt free. (dont delete the caption)