Sometimes I feel this overwhelming urge to get whats in, out. And whenever I try to, I run into one huge obstacle, which, coincidentally, is the very means by which I wish to convey my thoughts - words. While they are a useful tool in describing the concrete ( or at least, our agreed upon definitions of the concrete), they fail to adequately paint the whole picture when talking of the abstract. Through the window, you can see the mountains, and though they look majestic, it pales in comparison to actually being at Lake Louise, standing near the water, feeling the mountain air on your cheeks, smelling how fresh it is, seeing the whole thing through your eyes and your eyes only, and then on another level, experiencing the emotions that such a sight would evoke in you.
No matter how hard I try, my best attempts at writing end up a lot like this picture - it's nice, and we can see something beautiful perhaps, but you sense there is more to it than what you have in front of you.
C'est la vie.
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