Sweet Angel

When the chaos starts, I slip away
To a quiet place inside my brain,
Where nothing breaks and nothing shakes,
And birds still sing on silent lakes.

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It’s not a place you’ve ever seen,
Just somewhere soft I go between,
Where my hands are steady, my knees stay light,
And every breath doesn’t need a fight.

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No fire in my cheeks, no tightness in my chest,
Just wind and sky and gentle rest.

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I made this place—it lives in me,
A silent kind of sanctuary.

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And I stay there, still, unknown, unseen,
Until it’s safe
to come back to me.

 

📷 canon A-1

🎞️ kodak portra 400
📍inverness, scotland