Standing alone in a field of tall wheat, gently brushing against each other whispering softly to the earth. White lace and cotton dance with the breeze. Gaze upon the openness of this place. So similar in fact to my mind, Matured and simple. Take a step, the soft dirt sinks beneath the hard bottoms of my feet. Scared from the glass I have walked on in my life. The warm wind teases my hair blowing the tears over the soft pink lips that till somehow manage to smile. Stepping again down the rolling hills of these fields brown eyes open to the world, not for the first time. Pick up the pace, walk a steady beat, follow my heart. Is that what it means? Follow your heart? Walk to the beat inside my lonesome chest. Blue sky’s clear of clouds, reflecting into the cooling water. I belong here, we all belong here. Once home becomes the place you no longer want to return to, where do you go? Life is so complicated, we made it that way. What I would give to stop everything, leave everyone behind and begin again, with someone. I cant be alone, and there is one I trust. His eyes the colour of this field, fresh green, dancing with a brown haze. A rebirth is wanted in my heart, not allowed by anyone I continue to live in a made up world of pointless pleasures.
