Mountains

well lately ive been feeling like writing. it seems like its the only way i can express what im thinking . because i think A LOT. i over think, actually. Ever since i started college, something inside keeps asking me to write and write and...so even though im lazy i do it because sometimes this is the only way i can find answers to my existentialist questions. well, since this is my first entry i wanted to start it by talking about mountains. yes mountains. Thats because i live in NY, specifically Long Island. I lived in NYC for three and a half years. never saw mountains there. not one. then LI. with its open spaces and not a sight of a mountain. I was born in CCS, VZLA. and my city has always been surrounded by mountains. EL Avila. so it was sort of an escape when everyone was tired of the city. You knew at least, at the end of the day, there was a place where you can communicate with nature, that there was a escape from everything, from our everyday's lives. Its sad, not to see them, very sad. its like living the same thing everyday. no excitement. central park is obviously beautiful...but feels fake. Mountains are real places, nature. they are landscapes. land- scapes. so yeah, thats what i wanted to say on this first blog. these things are important to our lives. no matter how oblivious they seem to be in our daily lives.
Peace