This is the place where the air smells wonderful, where thoughts come in a different way, where I can feel the freedom, the happiness and golden sands under my feet. This is my Arcadia, my beautiful Arcadia.

The sun rises on Judah Feel the dust beneathSoft breeze and gentle peace tread their way through the campAs they face the presenceWhat lies within is only magnified by how the first light breaks the darkness up. Dawn chorus. The choirs of angels announce the arrival of something that will yet be overshadowed by what's to come. But what's to come? 

Abiding by the rules.

An Oceanview

when the ocean meets the sandit leaves the sand darkerif you glide your eyes over the beach you'll see itthe difference in shades the closer you get to herit's a warningshes telling you to runbut not because she will kill younot because of every danger she holdsshe's telling you to run because she cannot keep youand even if she warns you before, you will try to stayand she'll retreat, the only ...

oh gray and glorious grindersmooth these shards to silt and sand; let the little become less andhold their heft in your hands 

The sea,the ocean,and the watery depthsare simple categorisations.My throbbing and pulsing organ is the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tideAnd my flowing and trickling blood beneath my skin is the frothy seafoam that covers the granule sandsI could focus on breathing the healthy sea breeze, but I cannot feel itHearing the therapeutic sounds of a coastal beach, but I cannot hear itThe salty taste ...

I lie on the sand. The waves are crashing by my knees. The water is cold. I lie on the sand. I can feel each grain of sand across my back. The sky is pale. I lie on the sand. The waves are getting bigger. The sea can hear me. I lie on the sand. The icy water resetting my mind. Your new life starts here.