Solace
Parched and pained in the prison of circumstances, tired of obligations. It seemed like I had reached a point of break off. I was saturated. I wanted to run away afar to endless vast open spaces, feel free like a bird in the sky. As always, stones and mountains beckoned me. When the wind blew, it whispered something into my desperate soul. When I touched stones and wondered at the stillness of granites and sand used in ancient temples, they…