far far away from here.
She would think of a place to escape,
a place where silent is all she had.
She would lie down her head,
on a soft sand underneath her feet.
The sea would whisper,
"Drown your tears in me."
The cold breeze would say,
"Let me hold you tight."
The sound of waves would scream,
"Be my lover."
And so there she goes,
lost in her own thoughts.
Hiding from everything that is touchable,
seeking comfort from everything that is untouchable.
"I am a wanderer in my own mind," says her in silence.
