Red Rocks, Empty Thoughts

Garden of the Gods is supposed to be awe-inspiring, but standing there, I felt nothing. The rocks looked like they’d been dragged out of a dream I was too tired to finish. Tourists posed with arms outstretched, but I just watched the wind pick up red dust and thought about how far I’d come to feel exactly the same. I used to think places like this would fix me—swap out the old ache for something new. But the truth is, you can’t outrun yourself, not even in Colorado. Sometimes the view is stunning and you’re still stuck inside your own head. I took a photo. I never posted it. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpected