Salus

There is a lake in Washington, where the surrounding trees are painted with the emotions of unimaginable loss and the lakebed is scattered with the dreams of a bright light that burned out far too soon.

It is in that place where many have swam, had barbecues, even people have gotten married there but that place will never be like that for me again. All I can see there is pain, and the warm embrace of the good memories I had there before that space became shrouded in darkness.

We used to go there often to stargaze and relax, as that was our safe space, but now, having gone there multiple times, I can't help but look back and long for having that place feel good to me again.

I guess I need to find a new one.