Simplicity Simplicity Simplicity

Just to reiterate what Shannon said, please comment! It needs work don't be scared. Also, if you see a phrase/word that I could improve with better vocab, that is deeply appreciated. Thanks guys.


Day 0
I decided to try to be more simple with my just to expierence what others before me have. They believe that simplicity is key to enjoy life, and I defenantly need that. Why not give it a try and change? What's the worst that can happen? But what shall I try first?!?
Day 1
I wake up, eager for difference, and decide the first thing I am going to do is go camping with little equipment. Only a sleepingbag and pad for back support that is essential. I will go from 3pm-9am with Nahko.
Day 1 night
I am sitting next to the fire, encompassed by its warmth and I see the pure beauty of the stars. The stars are so simply amazing in every way possible. The fire keeps my body warm, the trees shielded from the bitter breeze, but the stars keeps my mind in awe. There is nothing like being able to look at something that has never been navigated, explored. I imagine myself flying around them, near them, pushing them, together as one. In a way, the stars warm my soul the way the fire licks at my toes. Oh the powerful memories that come along with the stars. I feel the burden of having to remember, having to reprint the pictures I locked in a box deep deep down in the pits of Earth. I tossed them aside unknowing that they are permenantly attached to me, just not as persistant as the present. The past and future have no meaning if one can not understand the present. It is the most important.
Day 2 morning
The smell of 'arboles' wake me up teasing my stomach that knows that there is no food for me unless I use my insticts and fish. I make a makeshift fishing pole from stick and leaves, and it it completely useless. I sit, hungry, staring through my bad breath into the lifeless lake. The lake sits motionless, mocking, daring me to jump in as Thoreau explained. I strip into my bare skin, unembarssed and unprotected and cannonball into the resisting water. My dog jumps on top of me, drowing me under his large paws. I slowly slip out of the water, exausted. It was anything but pleseant. The water was bitter cold, I am now more dirty than before, but boy am I awake! Is this what Thoreau would do to become 'intelectually awake?' I pack up my sleeping bag, call my mom, and insist that she make me breakfast so by the time I get home, Nahko and I can eat 'real' food.
Day 3
Yesterday I became more frustrated as I got hungrier, but I really did love laying under the stars contemplating the events of my astronaut days. Today I went on a hike with out shoes and that was...interesting. Horrible to say the best. Ha. I think I broke my pinky toe on a log, I had to constantly stop to take glass out the soles of my feet, and I ended up tip toeing into the grass and passing out. I slipped into sublime and I could feel a body against mine. His arms were around me, protecting me, rubbing me into comfort. These hands slipped off my bra and slowly caressed my back with his fingertips causing my skin to shoot into goosebumps. He made chills run down every part of my skin. The chills would run down my hips, legs and slowly die out. His hand cupped my face and turned it towards him. His lips came into view, but everything else was in a faded out fog. These perfect lips slowly but passionatly kissed me. But I woke up to my Nahko laying against me waiting for me to wake up. I looked around and new what I must do.
Day 4
I let my last strength of simplicity take over me. Its Sunday, the last day of our three day weekend. ....... surprise!