Today
was the first day of summer, the sun beaming, and the crickets chirping. I was
anxiously awaiting my flight that will take me off the grid, away from reality,
where I will finally be able to breathe again. I want a perfect beautiful
reality but that is never possible in this world. That is why I am leaving,
escaping the pain until it disappears.
As
I get on the plane, I look back at the world around me, I think about what I am
leaving behind. The salty taste of tears upon my cheeks, the ache of a cracked
heart in need of repair, the frost on my eyelashes and the woody smell of a
card board box that brings back memories of new locations, each one worse then
the last. I am escaping a life of meaningless actions. What is it to life
without a meaning or purpose? Why am I unhappy? I open my eyes to the white
picket fence and perfect crisp green grass every day but when the sun is no
longer shining, when I close my eyes, I enter a world of unhappiness.
As
I step off the plane the air so clear and crisp, I can feel the bricks crack
and fall that are weighing on my lungs. The salty sea air fills my chest as I
take my first step onto the warm sand. My fears and stresses slowly fade away
by each step. I suddenly hear a soft sound of music singing, “every
little thing is going to be alright”. That is when I knew I
was in the right place. I took my steps into paradise.
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