In the desert

I can get lost in the stars

In the laughter of my friends

The fire glowing off each of their faces

The wind is always blowing and cold

And the sky opens up like a mouth

Flickering and twinkling with light

Music filling the air around us

Campfire smoke drifting

And scenting our clothes

The dirt crunching under our tires and feet

All these things I never knew I needed

Surrounding me now

And in this moment

I am happy.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, self-care, Travel, Wanderlust, Writing

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