On clear summer nights, I like to find big empty spaces. Find fields the size of oceans when you lay in its middle and I watch the wind orchestrates ballet dances with runaway leaves.
I lay down with my hood under my head to keep the blood from filling up the narrow spaces inside my skull.
I breathe easy.
My body sinks into grass blades and dandelions. Bugs I don’t even know or can see travel the unknown my body is to thee
I stare straight up to space, transcending my sight past our atmosphere.
I can see higher than the planes.Read More