I wish to lie in the trees
to bask in eternal sunlight
and bathe within the whispers of grass
not far off a little beach
in which the sea so clearly meets with the sky
almost as if they were one with each other.
to make snow angels in the sand
and build a city of tranquility within itself.

a place where nowhere knows
nor a place that exists
paradise lies so close to my grasp
but slips between my fingertips like water to a net.
because paradise is simply not a place for tainted souls.
we must live with our choices
and die by consequences.
that is realizing that this so called paradise was never promised to anyone,
but a mirage taunting us from afar.