happyplace
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It is not real
Sort of like a glitch
Between Life and Death
Where I am not Living nor am I Dead
Existing, yes
Like a confused spirit
My Happy Place is where I have friends, books, sports, and music.
It is usually general like that but sometimes it is specific.
It all depends on how I feel at the time and who is involved.
Cold, chilly, windy, wet,
I watch as the rain flies by.
Quiet, calm, warm, cozy,
I sit in my room and sigh.
Wafting tendrils of clove,
The scent reaches my nostrils,
Enticing me to sit.
I need to be alone, to clear my head.
Like rinsing the sink with water,
Down the drain, out of sight.
I’ll go to the forest where it’s peaceful,
I can be in my own world,
