The Safe Spot

It was the lunch break, I made my way to the place where the rest of my class was sitting, found a spot and I sat there for a couple of minutes to understand their conversation just so that I could hop in later on!

They spoke about holidays, which we're about to start after a few days, they spoke about the trip plans and their dream destination to visit, the normal teenage stuff, names like Singapore, Maldives, and so many more popped up, I was still quiet, analyzing my answer, but in better words finding my answer. Just then out of nowhere a so-called friend asked me about my answer, despite knowing that I wasn't interested to answer, I don't remember exactly, but I guess I said, Switzerland, just to fit in and sound cool! And just then the world around me felt quiet despite the chaos and constant talking! I wanted to know the answer for myself to the question thrown my way earlier, I wanted to know, what place would make me feel safe and loved like no other, I wanted to know that place where my happiness would be at its peak and I could live without pretending to be something I am not for the world, where I am myself forever!

Maybe the most accurate answer never existed but the nearest one that I found was, beneath the starry sky! In

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the darkest sky, I felt the most alive! Darkness was always associated with negativity, but I never felt it that way, I remember those innumerable times when the sky wiped my tears every time, I sat beneath it broken and bruised and waiting to get up, I remember that beautiful star gladden sky letting me sob, with its protective cover around me and that sky never judged me, it only gave me strength and a sense of comfort and safety. Those stars cutting the darkness were always a constant source of inspiration, the way its light always tried to make its way! 

I just recently made up a concept of the safe spot as I call it, where you can feel alive and free and almost spiritual, you should have a special place, where you can go when you are down. I trust this sky and this universe!

Below the starry night is when I find myself, and I know there I could be myself.

It's neither the color nor the things, why I call those nights my safe spot, it's the feelings, which maybe I couldn't explain, it's that untold bond, I share!

A safe spot is beautiful, but it's not a thing it's a feeling, in fact, the most beautiful things in this world aren't things.