Sundays were never these beautiful until I found a place where my heart always wanted to be around. People crave for other people, I crave for my own self to save myself for not becoming them. Inhuman. . . I feel like incubating my ideas on the piece of paper when I am around trees. I feel more connected to them. Ever since I've started loving my solitude, I became closer to them. I write about the chirping sound which birds make and make this world a beautiful place, I feel the roots of trees when I am around them for it took years to become this gentle and kind. . . . I appreciate the autumn which took all the leaves away from the trees, but they were standstill, bearing everything until the rain comes and make them better than what they were before. The show me the real meaning of growth. Level-headed. . . I'm at peace having a bunch of papers with me, a pen, a book which has tore my heart apart already, a lighter which helps me to ignite what calms my soul. And inundated with my love, trees. 🌳🍁 #SumitOfficial #Trees #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/B2tt5iDFtug/?igshid=zm9d1tk0yrkg