Rose
I am walking through a field it seems. Am I dead? The grass is thick, the blades green and rich and I am wading through. The blades brushes against my legs and the Earth beneath my feet is soft. I can feel the dirt beneath my toes. Where am I ? Where are you Rose? The sun is bright, slipping through the trees and I am laughing. I want to reach out and touch the rays of sunlight, to feel the warmth that comes from these tiny strips of sunlight peeking through the trees. No its not a field.
My laugh surprises me. It’s the laugh where your stomach hurts and your heart is so happy that it feels it will burst. I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. Happiness, this is what I’ve been missing. I am not second guessing everything, worrying over anything, lamenting or feeling press
