I had to get away from death- so I found myself in a nearby forest. A secluded spot on the highest point afforded me adequate rest, and a strange stillness I had not felt in a long time. I sat there and listened to silence, and found it wasn't really silence at all, but the sound of life.

My muse visited me there and I wrote in a way I haven't written for some time.

I hate to use cliches, but it really was one of those defining moments. My outlook has changed a bit. It's a good change. It was time for a change anyway. This world makes me too cynical. Every now and then I have to just leave and go somewhere pure and real.

I am renewed, and alive!