I was not placed on this planet to live
No one was.
With every breath I take
I realize we were placed to Feel
To Imagine

Nothing is like a cold, Sunday morning
When the world is asleep,
and nothing but icy dewdrops drip to their fate in the solid ground.
And leaves wave hello to each other in the breeze,
and to you.
Until the sun sets after a hard day's work
And your eyelids finally can rest
As you drift off into complete darkness

An oasis,
Red Desert,
Blue wetlands surrounding,
Longing to run, but new weight holds you down
So you swim
Sink.

Creatures Swarm in the Thick blue abyss
Thousands, Millions in masses and herds circle round and round, letting nothing disturb them
Then there's You, looking up.

Pale yellow sun gleams through your bedside window
Your eyes squint through the adjusted atmosphere
An epiphany arises,
That's the most “alive” you've ever felt