A Favorite Place
... rose petal. Yet, can bring the darkness upon one not unlike the midnight moon shrouded with gloomy clouds. Although, more often then not, it will make one beam with pride. Sharing joys through a glowing smile. It is possible to feel my special place, but not so much in the physical sense. Sometimes just being at this place at the right time can make someone feel much pleasure. From this pleasure a being can receive incredible vigor. As if anyone can take on the whole world. But this is one side of the coin. The cruelness of it can also leave one weak with pain. It can and will haunt a person for a very long time if not careful. Even though there are reasons to believe that this place sounds disagreeable, it is somewhere all have been before, and believe it or not, still continue to go. A simple utterance about such a unique place causes much fuss over it. The sounds it can make maybe jubilant or aching, but it captures my heart no matter what it is. Sobs of agony will escape, tears will fall, and will continue as they twinkle and spray on the recipient of the tears. Yet, time will show that my special place will heal those wounds, and you will be able to laugh hard and with merriment again. The abundances of aromas that it comes in are unbelievable. As I close my eyes, I scent a trace of lilac and a beautiful hilltop scenery fills my mind’s eye. Millions of blossoms release their odor as I step through the field of lavender. The air is heavy with its pungency as I breathe deeply. Another odor, this time of sweat. I am taken to a factory with the smoke smothering me. Labors strive to m...