I dream of a place,

only I know that of.

A place

so far away,

far enough so that I no longer hear the noise.

The noise of the car engines roaring,

trains screaming,

and tainted beats,

blaring out of miscellaneous speakers.

So that the only thing I hear

is the sweet sound of nature

and the soft,

flowing music

that courses through thin wires

that connect my anatomy to

a powered, handheld device.

And in this place,

I lie

awake,

with only my thoughts.

And finally,

for once,

I am at peace.