Theres a place I have been, not here, nor there.
It begins a dark void soon explioted by stars shooting and shaping the atmosphere.
Music begins playing acting as a catalyst to the atmospheric art show taking place in the heavens.
The landscape is dry, desolate, and open, only a mountain range lies within sight at the edge of the world.
This mountain can speak, not with words, but the wind and the rain and the music that remains setting the scene as well as the climate.
In this place I have no fear, not even the eerie vacuum of darkness for I know it is a part of me, as is all that I know.
In this place I am me, totally free.
It is my shelter, my calm, my peace, my mind's only escape to believe.
It is beautiful, it is me, and it is wildly free.