a place that i shall meet the one who has never died, nor has it ever lived. a place that it kisses every inch of me, held me. it might not looking fancy and all, nor that it has a proper light on its fences. as the coast crashing against it sometimes, but the surface poured with sand that promising forever. and stars stayed at night above with a piece of memory within. the place that i was born with, been a part of me since, that no other melodies may defeat the sounds of its heartbeat