This place
I lean against the tree with a drink in my hand sitting there alone in my mind the wind whispering softly in my ear Looking up at the sky, bright blue and not a cloud in sight the reflection of the sun gleaming off of the ocean the white sand sweeping across my bare feet and for a split second i feel happy Having my thoughts lost in this place of mysterious fantasy it gives me energy and releases me it's the one place where I am able to stay sane it's the one place I wish I never had to leave When I'm there I feel complete serenity like I've never felt before And then someone presses play and the voices return my conentration is lost and i know that this is nothing like that other place this place is sheer and morbid hell Too bad it's my reality. Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 02:11 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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