Which place makes me who I am? It’s somewhere that no one has access to, or at least, no easy access, but me. Every decision I make affects this place, and it’s up to me to keep it in an orderly manner. It’s the first place I retreat to when the world is going wrong, and when everything and everyone seems to be against me.
Atop my balcony I can see to the farthest hills and the end of the oceans, and the light of the ever-full moon gives me peace as the stars continue resounding their encouragements to me. The wind gently catches my hair up in a current of comfort, the scent of cherry blossoms from the garden below, ever so tantalizing and numbing in their beauty and hue, smother my senses with the sweet aroma. The fabric of the pristine white gown I wear clings to my skin as soft music plays seemingly from out of nowhere.
Short steps, Deep breath, Everything is alright…
I hold my head high, despite whatever’s worrying me, making me hide in the co