Lost in this desolate land
I am free from the things that crowded my mind
The boulders that blocked my path are gone
The trail is worn, yet not so much that I stumble
I am in a void
Yet as darkness comes
~true darkness~
I am surrounded by brilliant light as stars fill the sky
Is this what beauty is?
Is this peace?
Nothing in sight, just me and the sky
As the heavens dance
I am alone
and that is enough
Accompanied by the wind who sings a sweet lullaby
and rustles my clothes
I forgot
Forgot about that heavy weight that kept me from breathing
In this moment I feel almost anything can happen
That if I reach high enough
stand on the tips of my toes
I can touch the painting above me
Would the colors stain my fingertips?
deep black like midnight or bright white like stars?
Or would they scatter, moving just out of reach
Always there but never close enough to touch…
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