my place…

when things get too heavy and the air is too thick…

there’s a place that i go to escape reality quick…

i close my eyes loosely and block out the sound…

i sit back and get comfortable, my feet on the ground…

hands on the table, polished rock, under palm…

my sherpa begins tapping and i start to feel calm…

peace overcomes me and suddenly i’m free…

i open my eyes slowly and spy a fallen tree…

i sit on the log, my back against rock wall…

there, i feel safe and there, i can see all…

i hear the waves as they cycle, my heart resonates with each crash…

i hear the screech of a seagull, as it dives with a splash…

i feel bumpy bark beneath me, it’s soggy, but not wet…

i feel the breeze blow my hair and i’ll never forget…

i smell the musty, dank forest that shelters me from all…

i smell the night blooming jasmine, as it sways with the squall…

i taste the salt on my lips, from the sticky wet air…

i taste the gritty, metallic flavor of sand from my hair…

i see the ocean expansive, mysterious, and deep…

i see the soft, sandy beach where i could curl up and sleep…

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