My Place

I want to lay down in a stream, with soft stones, and let the water run down my body. I'm naked, because that's the best way to lay down in a stream, of course. I open my eyes to see the wide blue sky, with few clouds scattered across the pale blue. The sun is about to set, so it doesn't burn my eyes. I take in a deep breath and breathe out. Everything's quiet and I close my eyes once more, to listen. The water running calms me and in the distance I hear birds chirping. Everywhere the water doesn't touch, the air grabs at my skin, warming my soul. There's no sadness here, I don't feel hurt here. And though I may be, I'm not vulnerable either. Its the perfect place to gather my thoughts, but I don't have to think about anything when I'm there. I'm content. I'm glowing and completely indulged in my surroundings. I can only visit this place in my head and it makes me sad.