April 5, 2020
There is a place I’ve heard of
Where fighters go to make peace
Where haters go to love
There is a place that I will go to breathe
It has a mountain range encircling the big, turquoise ocean
The sun beams down all day, digging into the narrowest crevices of your mind
The wind carries the smell of hyacinth flowers past your salt warmed skin
Sunbaked orange color sea stars line the edge of the tide
The rolling hills of sand reaching just beyond vision
It has a silence of three parts
The first is the slow, rolling sounds of the waves crashing in,
So rhythmic that you don’t even notice it
The second is the sound missing
There are no people there to run around
No people to shriek with excitement or call out to friends and family
In a way it is lonely, but more so calming knowing that you are unseen
Laying on the beaches of your mind, knowing you will never be found
The third sound is bigger than all the rest
It lays within my rapidly unwinding mind
It hides within my unmoving body, giving it the chance to breathe
It is a place I hope to one day find
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