I stood at the top of a hill I wasn't actually there Not physically I was carried by my mind And the will to push through The grey tedium of what my sad life had become
The hill It was green The grass was tall and the wind smelled like colours I can't describe with my meek words The sky was soft and blurred into the horizon It gently sloped meeting the farthest edge of the universe with an elegant gradience
I stood on the hill silently and let myself become a single blade of grass swaying with the earth's muffled heartbeat and the wind's tender breath