West Desert Journal by Nathan Cowlishaw

In my waking life, I move about like everybody else. I hear the
constant sounds of reality, but my mind is somewhere else. My hopes
are on a higher plane, like the lonesome eagle gliding on the wind.
Feeling very content, I can safely say that the world needs a change.
With all the loud things that plug up everyday life, severe isolation
tends to be very enticing to me. My dreams cannot compete with the
current trends of this society. I am here, but I am not really
here. It is more like I am praying for the current reality to end, and
for something else to take over. I want the silence to take over. You
know, that place in the wild where the clouds dwell? I’m
waiting, always waiting. I have plenty of patience…

Written by Nathan Cowlishaw