There is a place
T here is a place where I go to from time to time to rest when the world weights too heavy on my shoulders. To get there, I step out of my mind and walk through a glass door onto a deck, where there is no hurt, no feeling at all. If I look up, the sky above is filled with crisp air and the peaceful light from the stars, who seem to tell the stories of a million hearts. Breathing is easier there without the stench of pain and the world softens as I walk in, the noises of the mind quiet. If I want... Sign in to see full entry.