nymfeia: I miss midnight swims in the lake crowned by pines and stars, I miss sleeping in the forest… So I’m dreaming in my room and waiting for the softness of springtime…I’m sorry, dear friends & starchildren, for being so absent lately, but I’ve been losing myself to drawing and writing stories

Whence come the highest mountains? I once asked. Then I learned that they came out of the sea. The evidence is written in their rocks and in the walls of their peaks. It is out of the deepest depth that the highest must come to its height. Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via hierarchical-aestheticism)