I escape to the place of my secret dreams. To the one I can tell all the deepest thoughts. Only there am I understood, appreciated, consoled. In everyday places my ideas are contorted, don't make sense, just rubbish.
But my secret place, there I find peace. There I can hear my true inner voice and succumb to the desires of my heart. Desire to write with freedom and passion, to be heard and trusted, admired. No one can enter, no one can disturb, because the truth is one only I can see.
Take me away to my secret place, my garden, my writer's stone. Let me breathe in this sacred moment and escape your reality.