in progress.

i always wish i could go back to last summer. there was this day, which wasn't even particularly warm, but for some reason i just had to get out. i remember not caring. this was the first day of its kind. i wasn't self conscious or worried, rather i was completely alive. i ran through trees and felt sand in my toes and finally water on my face. it was a rush. the whole time i had someone squeezing my hand and keeping up to me every step. i remember getting lost in the forest and it being dark. i had a towel draped around me and not a care in the world. the most important thing about that day is that it was the first day of its kind... of freedom.