I walk around looking for solace, carrying my troubles as atlas held the world. Plodding in a neglected place embellished with color; looking for relief.
I cry, I rage. While everything looks so peaceful, why am I in tears?
Then I reminisce when I was a kid, how everything seemed so carefree. Life was a game.
And then I see nature, staring at my eyes without fear. Looking at me as if I were a threat.
Yet, when I feel trapped as if behind a frosty iron fence, there in the sunset, next the sea…close to nature, I find peace.