Where the Wild Things Are

Where the Wild Things Are


We will carve our place into time and space

We will find our way, or we’ll make a way,

Find me where the Wild Things are

Alessia Cara – Wild Things

As the Summer comes to an end; the morning chill reminding me of flurries in my future, Mister K and I took to the place we like to be most: the forest. A place where the Wild Things are.

I always feel carefree here. Small in comparison, yet part of something much bigger. Surrounded by towering pines, and refreshed by babbling creeks, the Sun warms your skin and makes you forget that winter is just around the corner (at least in this part of the world).

There’s no need to fit in, to adapt, to form to others’ expectations. Out here, it’s just him and me, being us and free.

And of course, when we’re out here, we feel like we’re the only souls in the universe, or so we hope when I decide to sunbathe topless.

I don’t think there’s anything better to make us say Mmm.




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