I find genuine peace

In living in the grasses

Far from the city noise

Where I can be free.

"Tell me something"

They ask as if an answer

Can exist without premeditation

"What would you be, dear,

When you body gives up?"

Heart stops,

Organs fail,

Skin is lost to the cold.

In dark days where these thoughts

Enter my mind like a stalking feline

Amber eyes gazing into future lives.

I would float limply,

Without destination or worry.

Without a body holding me back

My lungs never to return.

I would become the air you breathe.

Not to be within you,

But to be within myself,

What I used to be.

Innocent,

Gentle,

And pure.