Sometimes, I go to this place to indulge myself. Where things happen only how you want it to. Where there is that pace for the world to go by. Where everything is painted in only hues you love. Where you are running free. Wind in your hair, kissing your smile. Where there are strains of your songs floating about. Where colours mingle with each other into a heady mix. Where nothing is spoken, lest it disturbs the tranquility. Where everything is understood without making efforts. Where you can lie down on sand and let water wash over you. Where nothing ugly is retained. Where not a frown wrinkles your brows. Where fresh lime, vanilla and wet earth fills your olfactory senses. Where yellow and lilac flowers are all you see from end to end. Where your feet feel light and you soar without wings. Where nothing unpleasant ever haunts you. Where you are what beauty ever meant.
Being lost in thoughts is such a beautiful state of mind.