Here is what I wrote down late the first night, and the poem that came of it (written twice, once in the middle of my sleep xD). It's how I felt while I was exploring.
Notes:
Fog. It clouds my vision, so it clouds my senses. The hour, late, brings with it the true reprieve for which I yearn. Serenity. Solitude. The cold fights for my attention, but this is all it gets. I'm truly free here. Words are crossing my mind, like they haven't for so many years.
Realization.
It's all on myself. It begins with me. As long as outside sources dictate how I live my life, I may find myself unhappy at times when I could be happy. I long to know why this thought flees conscious deliberation. But in the end, I've come to a decision. It doesn't matter how I've lived my life. With each mile that flies by, with each second that ticks on, I have the possibility to change it. It only needs but a thought to start the process, but it does require a belief to maintain it.
Just do it.
Poem, v1:
Respite found in this late hour, centered in my solitude.
Nothing here but cold's sharp bite, to draw my thoughts away from me.
I look to see naught but fog, which clouds my sight, then so much more.
I longed to see the shining stars, unrestrained by self built bars.
After time, with no pleasure, I retire to my room. I'll have more time to find my grace.
For when the fog which clouds my mind lifts, only then will I find my clarity,
On this, but my first night.
Poem, v2:
Thru moonlit mist, I make my way, my anxious mind I hope to stay.
Seeking solace from this queer mood, I find respite in my solitude.
Oh, bitter cold, release your hold. This time is all for me,
Distracting thoughts, AND THIS FOGHORN! Please let my thoughts just be!
And after time I find find my focus, I begin to think so clearly now,
I found my center, the simple core, the steps with which just how,
Just how to find this peace once more, to bring myself some grace.
When overwhelmed, and filled with stress, Mind, just give yourself some space.
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