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Environmental Literature Journal Entry #1

January 21, 2016

By alexandria UrrutiaPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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The lake is frozen over, still. There is snow covering it. No footprints, tracks. Nothing. Completely blank. Sun is bright. Sky is blue, with clouds hovering low to the ground. Cars are going down the road. Everything seems normal on campus. Grass coming through the snow. Trees are bare.

I feel a connection just because what has recently happened in my personal life. I feel like the trees; naked, cold and alone. I should appreciate the clean slate like the snow over the lake, but I don't want to let go. Just like the grass trying to push through the snow. Not wanting to succumb to the weight, cold, depression. The sun is bright, I should take this as a sign, good opportunities, but just like the the low clouds, my thoughts haze back to the memories.

I feel a connection to the cars driving, birds flying, animals running around and people walking the sidewalks. I am like them on the surface, moving along everyday, but it is just a show. I am going through the motions but don't feel like I am really engaged.

The sun is giving off enough heat to make the ice and snow melt a little bit. If you look at me, you can see my ice and snow want to melt. I want nothing more than for it to rain. I feel sad even though today is a nice chill day.

I am envious of all those who are happy, envious of nature because maybe it doesn't feel. Maybe there are no emotions. The lake is not sad because he cannot move. The trees aren't lonely and scared because they are naked. The grass not depressed because of the weight if the snow pressing down. The clouds not feeling bad or lost. The sun not feeling happy, just there because it is normal. A regular day.

I really just want to go and lay on the lake, let the coldness of the snow and ice seep into my body, my organs, my blood, my thoughts, and my soul. I want to feel numb like the cold and just let the snow fall and cover me up. Let myself fall into nature. Stop feeling emotions and just listen, see, and hear nature.

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About the Creator

alexandria Urrutia

Just a young adult navigating and exploring. I write authentic feelings and emotions. Welcome to my troubles, anxieties and mental instabilities. Now with an extra add on....im a mom now.

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