She has this place where she goes when she needs to be all alone. She calls it her place, a place where the hurts of the world quiet down and fade away.
A place of beauty, where her fingertips can paint over all the wrong and all the pain she feels in colors bright and cheery.
It’s a place of peace, where the fears of her heart slow and still… A place of calm, where the oceans of emotions lay at her feet and weep no more.
It’s a place where she can breathe, where she feels sheltered, protected from the coldness outside of her canopy of shade… It’s her place.
She went to her place….. ……she visits very often...