Here,
I feel a breath away from heaven
And an immeasurable distance of religion and make believe is at my fingertips.
Angels dance on the horizon
Of shores so vast,
waves breaking with the bitter tears of sea spray.
Salt laced through my eyelashes
And sand is kicked up into tornados of fate.
Nature is beauty with leaves spilling over infinities,
And ripples are covering destiny;
the future is as shallow
As transparent water.
My mind is muted
And thoughts seem profound yet entirely worthless
As hazy words hang in the wind.
Sitting on the highest point of calmness,
I have far too long to contemplate the everything of nothing.
Here is my haven
And I am an escapologist of reality.
-by holly boyd
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