Where The Sky Meets The Sea.

Where the sky meets the sea,
Make a memory at ECP.

There is a place where she runs to find solace; one which diffuses latent agony.

There, she fixates her gaze at the sea and allows its waves to sketch the past imbued within.

Erstwhile, she smiles at each recollection and expels her sadness at its passing.

Her haven has become an entrapment in itself -

sky • sea • ships • sun • sand

Invariably of a singular graft, these register present hurts.

Of pain; Of shackles ; Of nought.

Warranting a flagrant disregard for the fervid mangle, familiar thoughts shuffle before fading in her memory closet.

It is her way of coping.

ECP is where she runs to,

To run through the pages of time,

To run away from reality.