Sunshade softened by high clouds. Gentle, chilly breezes playfully dance around my skin, leaving ephemeral kisses on my cheeks. The trees are singing carols of the summer, of times I never knew, they tell me timeless tales that burn deep down my soul and feed my starving fantasies of colliding galaxies and exploding atoms. Transcendental world reflected in the silver water, it’s quiet but I hear Earth’s heartbeat synchronized with mine and the buzzing of the bees reverberates around me like an age-old chant of indian angels, I see nebulae when I close my eyes, and I see Neptune in the sky when I open them.
A low humming of nature’s voices sounds like the jazz melodies I listen to at night when sleep is far away, and my neurotic, lonesome mannerisms are finally at peace, and volcanoes stop exploding inside my head and bloodshot eyes. I write my thoughts in the warm sand because they are forever and earth will take and keep them like a sworn secret, a love letter written by mortal for immortal.
I am here alive and I will stay alive for this infinity, I will live in the sweet scent of honey, in the colour of sunflower fields, I will be the wind messing with your hair, I will be the stars collapsing and stars being born lightyears away from reality.
My feet are embraced by mercury, dreaming of love and oblivion, the deepest mysteries of the silver lake that will submerge me whole and never release.
No sense of time, delightful amnesia, delirium, and a million unspoken words roaring out of my mind. They will be heard.