A sanctuary is a place we go to find inner peace. Wherever or whatever this place is, it is pure and only ours. But eventually, this place lose its powers. How do we find another rock to build our sacred place? How do I find the strength to keep going when it’s easier to pine? You don’t. I’d like to think it finds you. Or at the very least, you find when you’re not looking for it (Just like love, but let’s leave that for another occasion). Worry about it when it comes to it. What I know for sure is that I want my Sanctuary back.