Rooftop Havens

Everything’s so real sometimes, that you need to step away a little. You need to be far enough to breathe and take it in. A safe place for your thoughts, emotions and self. Someplace where everything makes sense.

I call that place my rooftop. 

When it’s a mess in your head, and you’re angry at the world for being unfair. Or when you’re so overwhelmed with everything that’s going on that nothing makes sense, there’s the roof. With no one and nothing to confuse you.

We don’t fully appreciate our roofs at all. It’s an untapped haven where you can go and heal yourself, reboot. Do whatever it is that’ll make the next day a bit bearable.

Breathe in the fresh air and clear your head of the daily poison it’s exposed to, and let it flow far away from you before your soul absorbs it and turns it into anger.

My roof taught me that nothing’s worth my sanity. Nothing’s worth more hate in a heart that’s supposed to be a symbol of love and purity. 

I don’t know how to thoroughly explain it, but there’s just something about roofs.