I brushed my hand across what you said then remembered the exact moment I discovered my favorite hiding place where my heart could take deep breaths and move away from the shadows speaking as echoes across my mind. I could feel them move far, far away from my beating heart taking me to heights where I could escape to a better place, I thought I'd never find.
The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel, becomes trivial in this journey where I define myself and rises above my existence here in the solitude I find within this hiding place. Here, my heart becomes softly addicted to leaving behind the complications which cling to the railings of all my inspiration when I attempt to write the song of a nightingale and every bad memory......... erase.