In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”
Whenever things get to be a bit more than I feel I can handle, I think there’s a few places I can go. It all depends on the situation, I suppose. Sometimes, I go to the living room and pull out my guitar. I’ll sit in the creaky green recliner with my dog and stare out the window. I might hop in the bed and nap the overwhelming problem away.
If I’m elsewhere, I don’t think that I have as many options. Maybe a quick trip around the corner. Perhaps a car ride by myself to let the head clear. A walk somewhere if I know the area.
Some place calm, quiet, maybe a little bit secluded. Where I can truly be mindful of what is going on in my head.