Somewhere only we know

Do you have a favourite spot? A place where you can be yourself, unleash the true side of you, cry you eyes out, laugh tilll you gasp harder for air than a severe asthma attack? Maybe I do.

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As I approached the peak, I could feel the gush of cool, damp air brushing against my cheeks. It sends a shiver down my spine. Oh I love it there, the smell of damp grass, the faraway sight of neons and ever standing lamp posts. I would walk on the slanted surface, carefully placing each step as I go along, careful not to have a tragic death. The cold dew makes me wobble and sway with every keen step, excited to get to my spot. My spot. Every now and then, as I lay each step, sound of cracking slates caresses my ear. Damn, thats another spot to look out for.

As I lay there, facing the heavens, stars alight, the moon projecting its powerful yet graceful rays onto my body, I feel warmth. Not from the rays, but radiating from my veins, flowing and pulsating in my every inch, I just love the confidence this place gives me. I would put my to palms together, cusping and blowing hard, imitating the sound of the mighty owl that inhabits the legendary tree. I feel at ease, I feel serene, I feel at home.

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Do you remember that spot we shared? Where we would lay on the grass, inhaling its ever sweet morning scent, dampen our skin with the pure dew? It was there, behind the white walls, we would roll around each other, admiring the stars, the huge pearl in the thick ebony sky, and the little shooting fellas that seems to bring a whole different kind of mystique. I loved that place. I still do.

You say you'ld rather sit up than lie down, coz you just shampooed your hair. But hey, you'll regret if you don't. This grass won't always be there waiting for us to feel it nor will the crickets be there to sing for us. Take this moment and treasure it. You and I both know it will always be special to us. It always will.

We'ld lie flat on our bellies, you a bit lifted due to the size of yours. At every sound of civilization, we'ld pretend dead coz all we want is each other and the place we love. We lie in shades of the blossoming trees, pretending to be stones. We elude the eyes of humans, cos all we want is ourselves, noone else. I'ld stroke your hair, taking in the scent of Head&Shoulders as you lay on my lap. You'ld chat away happily as I listened, drowned in the surreal haven of our's. Maybe one day we can go back to this place, just us.