My comfort zone, safe haven. My special place.
This very particular area acts upon as my comfort zone. Sitting on a rock and imagining sea gulls flying overhead squawking as they please. As for the waves, they represent the comforting movements that flow and linger through my mind, body and soul when they crash and collide together like an earthquake. I can inhale the salty and misty air through my lungs that gives me more the reason to be as comfortable as possible. I watch as I dwell on the past of my troubles, stress, and hard times which gave me tough decisions to go with and live through. But the waves get me caught in this magical trance that makes it highly possible to snap out of. The clouds are another addition that completes the scenery and pulls together the whole “special place” as I watch it move across the sky and slowly travel behind me. I grab my backpack and shove the clouds, ocean, waves, rocks, fears, stress, and emotions deep inside. Down to the core to the point where I feel as if I’m ready to leave and never come back but still have the souvenirs’ of the journey I experienced.
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