Peace means there is no more fear, only excitement and joy and adrenaline. Peace means you are safe, wrapped in a blanket of love and solace.

Peace looks like a quiet meadow on a sunny day, where the grass sways gently in the breeze and flowers bloom in vibrant colors. Birds sing joyfully in the sky, and the only sound is the soft rustling of leaves in the trees.

I think peace looks like:  

driving on the highway from College Park  

listening to “White Ferrari” 

by Frank Ocean 

I believe

that peace

is when

the screaming and shouting and bellowing and crying out

of every generation that has pleaded

for this thing called peace

can settle itself and let us rest our throats.

A circle and three lines

Put everywhere the sun can shine

Left and right, big or small,

Short little houses and buildings tall

We know the symbol, we’ve known it for long

But do we really know its sweet song?

Eyes closed

Deep breaths

Fresh, cool air

a slight breeze

you sit up

open your eyes

surrounded by happy people

dancing on clouds

together

of every color

every shape and size

There's a place, I know, a place where peace lives. There are many, really.

It was a few days ago,

I was walking

alone

in the cold,

(not lonely, not cold),

and I realized

That I

was at peace

with myself,

with everyone else

with the world.

The gentle sway of trees in the wind, golden locks of hair blowing in the breeze

Syncing with the cattails in the shallows

This is what peace is.