Always there is an ethereal field,
sometimes with vibrantly green grass
Other times, there are fantastical flowers,
dotting here and there between grasses,
giving some color, such as pink, my favorite color,
And I imagine the scent of those flowers is magnificent
I am laying in the field, my entire body sprawled
I am looking towards the sky
the clouds move lazily, bumping into each other at odd intervals
when they doze off, just as I do sometimes
Until a time comes when I am unsure if I am awake or asleep
Because I see the clouds when my eyes are open
but also see them when my eyes are closed
In my mind, there are no thoughts
only a blank space that clouds occupy
while emotions fill up the blue sky,
emotions, such the unexplainable desire to laugh at everything,
as well as the overwhelming need to cry,
and that indescribable feeling of utter rest
Is this what peace feels like?

 

Published August 31, 2020
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