Moving on

I think about living alone in the middle of the forest with all the tall trees. a small house or a log cabin, a small thin fence all around making a space for myself. it won't matter what I look like during this time nor what I'm feeling. The weather won't be displeasing to me. Good enough to stay outside for all hours of the day. Maybe I'll go back inside when the sun goes down. I wish those moments didn't make me think of them. Maybe those moments were once so beautiful because they weren't going to last forever, but I'd like to think it's better this way. At least I hope.