I'm getting back,

To the simplistic,

The joyous,

The blindingly awesome peace,

I know comfort is a killer of dreams.

Still as I sit here and enjoy the breeze,

This rush of life,

Seems like chasing the wind,

Fanning the flames of unending heartache,

I haven't yet committed,

To a slower pace,

But at this moment,

I could not wish for a better sanctuary.