Loco

I sit here under a tree.
writing on a slice of dead tree.
I see a magnificent fountain to the right, and a great green field to the left.
In the far back I hear beautiful music soothing and calm. I feel as thought I am alone in true solitude not a worry in my mind. Then i hear a bell sound which chases the hour's away. Complete peace but yet there is something eating at me from the inside. I don't know what it is, its been there all my life. I feel as though there is something wrong as if something is watching me at all times. I turn and nothing is there. Then the thoughts come into my mind not good ones, but bad ones of death and destruction. I don't wish for them, but they are still there. Soon I drift apart from them as I have grown accustomed to them. Soon I drift into a blank thought just feeling the soothing breeze flow by as if being rocked by a gigantic silk cradle.