the beauty of imagination

i close my eyes,
i feel the wind breeze,
softly sculpting my face,
as it dances through my hair,
i smell the salty scent of the ocean waves
as it crashes to the sea,potraying constant rebel,
i grasp the sand and feel its coarseness between my sensitive fingers,
acknowledging its texture
lying on a hammock,
withnessed by the great blue sky,
and warmth of the sun rays that melted away all my problems and insecurities
i felt sane
.....
...
..
.
i open my eyes
im in my dorm
surrounded by walls, doors
dormmates,books,
exams,
strangers.

i need a holiday.