The Sweetest Thing

And suddenly, it got quiet. The stillness of the wind,

how peaceful nature was like on a grassy

hill and the sky was

big and blue. 

I found myself here, in the quietness

I closed my eyes and listened to my own heart beat 

As if I was controlling my own blood in veins 

Flowing in directions and rushing at corners

My fingertips are cold and numb

I cant feel the quietness

I’m standing still as the wind wanders around

the leaves are waving on the trees

The air picked up its sweet smell of freedom, so legendary

Though I cannot feel the quietness

I wanted to go inside of my brain

And turn off the music that has been stuck in my head

But it keeps coming back

The sweetest thing I’ve ever known

Was like the kiss on a collarbone

But what if this was it? 

What if this was the sweetest thing

That life had given me?

A gift, not to feel, but to know?

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