The lake is calling, and I must go, Its been like this for years

Although now, I no longer try to fight it.


I hear it’s whispers on the wind, it calls me without fail. Entices me with sunshine that warms me like a hug.

It softly says my name, and only I can hear it.


It sings my name through branches, rippling waves and misty breeze. Like a long lost friend, united. It breathes new life in me.


A sweet escape, a rebirth. Requires nothing but my mind.

For a moment I feel connected, for a moment, only peace.

For just a moment my loneliness subsides

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