For a long time, I waited to breathe deeply again—
to inhale and exhale without the heavy lump in my chest,
without the sharp gasp for air
or the sudden flashes of light behind my eyes.
Peace is not the absence of chaos.
It is something unnamed—
quiet, intrinsic,
free of fear and judgment.
I want to live in these greens forever,
and still not miss the many colors of life.
Maybe one day, I will have a villa in the countryside,
close to nature.
I will sip a warm cup of tea
and read my favorite books,
watch the sunset and sunrise
through the soft shadows of branches
near my louvered windows.
I want to walk for miles beside flowing streams,
speak to the universe,
and listen to the hush and splash of the water
as it answers back.
The price one may pay for peace
is solitude—
but it is a solitude that gives meaning.
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