It's funny how when you go somewhere new suddenly you want the world to know. But as it becomes your safe-haven you suddenly feel like too many people found out. I never tell anyone where this beach is and for years there's hardly any people; yet its almost in plain sight. You just have to know the right time of day and perhaps desire to know what's beyond where the people are. I'm sure in years to come it will be taken over, so all I'll have is these memories.
Even if I won't tell a soul where this is, I can at least show you.
This is where I'm purposefully lost.