My happy place is a protective break. Sometimes for hours, from the headaches and heartbreak.
An inner sanctum where the only danger to me is the wind throwing voices towards me. And I have never been a fan of catch.
This place encompasses me in warm water, washing over anger, frustration, pain, holding me like a daughter. Disguising shedding tears as bath water.
We all need a place to go and I'm glad I can healthily disappear. Instead of escapism in addictions like beer.
It's the only place I've felt safe to cry and smile in because those feelings and expressions are just for me.
I guess you could say that's selfish in a way, but I need me, I'm a leech of my own independent nature and I like to breathe that way.
My happy place is where I recollect my broken parts and mixed emotions and make something out them, as if spirituality is a work of art.
You will never truly understand me and I'm not someone who's been built in a way to just let people in and that's okay.
I rather we not share the same experiences and I rather tell you my lessons. And one of those is this:
My happy place has never necessarily meant I was happy there, but happy to be there.
