Sunday, 30 January 2011

Less Human. More Being.

I want to feel the wind in my hair,
the cold air,
stealing the feeling from my fingers,
pinching at my nose,
stinging my eyes.

I want to stand in the silence of nowhere,
and look at the endless nothingness,
and run to the horizon,
only to find the great expanse of nothingness continuing,
into the distance
and beyond.

I want to hear the rustling of the grass,
the whistling of the wind,
the cracking of twigs,
under the feet of the millions of living creatures,
who I cannot see,
but who I know are there.

I want to know that if I cry out,
no one will hear me.
The wind will steal my words
and no one will see me smiling to myself.

Just me.

Just there.

I want to BE. Nothing more.

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