This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Savannah chapter.
In those moments of darkness where we get lost in thought and feel like the world is closing in. We find our place.
A place to breathe and think.
A place to see and admire.
It may not be a perfect place but it’s yours.
And in that place you remember all the pain and frustration it took to wake up this morning and your thankful.
Because in times of darkness that place is your light.
I’m breathing in the fraying grass and old sea moss.
I’m feeling the cold air & almost self-fulfillment.
These stars won’t move but I will but no matter how much my material body moves this place will stay the same.
Sincerely, my past self