I call them “the dreamers”.
And this is their thoughts and dreams taking shape.
In a place of calm and tranquillity, where magic of nature is concentrated, where you are the deepest in your own self, exploring mind, exploring spirit, accepting yourself exactly as you are.
You notice imbalance and all the dissonances. Your thoughts are wanderers in the deep ocean of conflicting emotions, of misconceptions about the world, the other people, you. And the storm starts.
Cities suppress the soul, a symbol of artificiality, of external beauty. This is when you realize it’s not a place for you. The need to escape, to be anywhere but here.