As a person with troubles, I run.
From city to city, state to state, but I never seem to escape my problems.
They follow me where I go. My life in a chaos every second of the day. Not being able to suspect what’s behind the next corner, and as I turn I am blasted back trough old memories and soaked clean from all my troubles. This place, where the stars are so bright in the pitch black sky, and the grass and the wind flow in unison. A single willow tree beside a lake. The smell of lavender drifting through the air. I look at this place in wonder. I have never experienced this kind of beauty in my life and it befuddles me. I am at a loss for words as I wander, taking slow, careful steps into this new wonderland. I walk up to the lone willow and brush my palm against the old trunk. The bark rough under my soft palms touch. I look up into the willows leaves and I can see scattered pieces if the sky. So beautifully scattered with bright little specks of stars. I sit down next to the willow and look out over the water of the lake. All I see is a reflection of the sky. The sky reflecting from the lake through my eyes. I take a deep breath in and close my eyes as I lay down in the pillow soft grass. A familiar lavender scent passing through my nose relaxing every muscle in my body. I lightly drift asleep to the wonderful sound of the bustling night in this paradise. This is the one place that I can say, that I am truly at peace in my life.