Fallen curls are the only trace of my existence
The grass tickles my feet
Bees brush my nose
The wind carries me away
Letting me float with the clouds
Flying with the birds
The feeling sends a rush to my brain
Addicting dopamine
I breathe in and out
It runs through my veins like ants
Flying
Falling
Floating
Falling
How ever could I exist in such a world?
How ever could I exist?
How could I?
How?
The feeling of a tree branch snaps me back into my senses.
My body splayed like a leopard.
The chirps of birds and cicadas are music of the forest.
The smell of the earth is intoxicating
Thick and pungent
The crisp air fills my lungs
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
My back is on the ground
Smoke is in the air
And I am at peace
In a world in which I do not know
I have reached nirvana