Blue Skies

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I sit there care free on the green summer grass underneath the clothesline.

Hearing the birds sing as I soak up some rays.

At peace, I feel the warm breeze touch my face as if saying 'you did it'.

Little does it know, I did it.

That's why i'm here and not there.

I did it.

I'm free.

Until, I go back.

If I even could.

I mean who would want to leave.

It's like heaven!

Time feels as a standstill.

Nothing else matters except the moment.

Except the pure bliss I feel.

After what seems like seconds, I start to see the grass fade.

The sun starts to feel as though its watching me.

I try to feel the forgotten comfort that one surrounded me.

I look at the blue skies as the world crumbles.

The blue skies peeling ever so slowly on what lies underneath.

It feels like i'm sleeping. 

I mean I did do it.

I did fall asleep. 

After all, everything is dark except for a few flashing lights. 

Red and blue.

Blue like the blue skies. 








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