The sky is blue for once, cloudless. The smell is evergreen and the walls, are not as high as before.
It's so easy to close my eyes here. The tips of my fingers tingle, like they're made of a cluster of stars ready to burst. It's so easy to breathe here, like a cocoon rupturing. They sit on the walls, making me smile as I float to the sound of their violins.
"Hold me closer, tiny dancer
"Count the headlights on the highway
"Lay me down in sheets of linen
"You had a busy day today"
Why do we do what we do?
I suppose it's time to stop saying 'we'. I don't know. What I do know is it feels good in this moment, in this place. And maybe if I write it down then no one can take it from me.