I dream of a quiet place,
Where I stop dreaming of being someone else half of the time.
All that is heard is natural, and soothes my soul to rest.
It has been in my dreams for as long as I could remember,
Yet I don't know where that is.
My throat swells up, and the hairs on my arms have risen.
*Where do I belong, or where am I supposed to be?
Does such a place even exist?*
Perhaps it just exists inside of me,
And I'm the problem actually.
Maybe this place is in the heavenly.
In this place my soul is at rest, my heart is content, and my mind at peace.
I see a large field of grain surrounded by the greenest trees, and the skies are whatever color they need to be, so long as I am there!
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
I dream of a quiet place,
Where I stop dreaming of being someone else half of the time.
All that is heard is natural, and soothes my soul to rest.
It has been in my dreams for as long as I could remember,
Yet I don't know where that is.
My throat swells up, and the hairs on my arms have risen.
*Where do I belong, or where am I supposed to be?
Does such a place even exist?*
Perhaps it just exists inside of me,
And I'm the problem actually.
Maybe this place is in the heavenly.
In this place my soul is at rest, my heart is content, and my mind at peace.
I see a large field of grain surrounded by the greenest trees, and the skies are whatever color they need to be, so long as I am there!
