Walking Peaceful

Walking peaceful, barefoot over the green cold grass valley, surrounded by trees, with the humming of butterfly wings, covering the trees like blossoms. Distrait minded, gliding slowly across the valley to nowhere. Flickering reminiscent images of agony and affliction that rotten my core, reminds me why I am here, nowhere.  Lifting my arms out stretched beside me, the swift wind passes all around me, almost like spirits touching and welcoming my soul.

Like brethren they whisper to each other. Overwhelmed with emotion the tears stream out of my emotionless eyes, and down to my chest where the wind flicks them into the air.   Yonder is a weeping tree with branches forming an arch to one side, the shade beckons me to my final resting place.
Underneath the cool enchanted shadow I open up myself to the tree of knowledge and its wisdom it posses of the past, and the knowledge which is to come… now.

Flopping down against the tree admiring the beauty of the green grass valleys covered with trees and butterflies that form the blossoms, it is the only and last memory I want to take with me and that of you. Next to me covered in red velt is a letter addressed to you for not letting your love for me fade. I hope you can still make out the three words that were almost washed away by my tears thinking of only you.

The 14g needle that is now married to my artery in my arm slowly lets the flow of blood into the ground from whence I came from. The pleasant euphoric feeling fills me with peace. Everything is changing now; the enchanted valley finally reveals the magic I never knew it had. The butterflies look like millions of fire flies, slowly flapping their wings as I feel like floating, the peaceful valley has brought me the freedom I was so yearning for.

I just wish you were here with me to feel the same as I do now, eternity awaits.

Captivated and absorbed in eternal rest as it flows from my lifeless remains. I am floating above my figure that kept me on earth, looking down into my closed eyes still filled with tears drying and being blown about my unanimated face. Unconsciousness has never looked this peaceful.

The language of the wind is now audible. Like a swirling echo they communicate to the fireflies. One by one they swirl around me like flickering candle lights, randomly they embrace me like a glowing cloud that lifts me out of the valley. The magnetic hold the earth had, has let go and there is no more agony or affliction on my mind, only the feeling that I am being taken into a place of serenity. I am trying hard to hold onto memories of you but they too, fade away.

“19 Jan 2013”