Late for work.
That annoying person.
Errands, here and there.
Chaos.

Temperance.

Pressure...more pressure.
My head is spinning
Deadlines and challenges.
I want to give up.

I step outside to run from it all.
I am still seething with anger.

Silence.

Then I see your face.
Your hand in mine.
And everything just fade into the dark.

My sanctuary.