When I'm sad or hopeless,
I dream of a place.
A place where the sun shines so bright
that the usual blue fog turns into variant shades of
orange and yellow and red.
A place where I'm on a rather large, green hill.
And, there's trees scattered across it.
And, there is this patch of land that is untouched.
A place where I can see clouds underneath me.
Their rolls and creases visible from where I stand.
A place where the sky is an ombre of colors ranging from warm to cool.
And, the stars are shining brightly.
And, they are noticeable to the naked eye.
A place where I can see civilizations for miles.
Where I can see stories unfolding.
Where I can see the places marked by ancient people.
A place where I'm finally at peace in my life.
Where I have my eyes closed and a smile is etched on my face.
A place where I feel complete and utterly happy.
And I believe that one day,
I'll visit that place.