You stand on the side of a hill, looking out at the horizon. you have never been here before and the sky seems so big. A place where the sun meets the ground and the stars stretch forever, in an endless stretch of white specks. but you stand here, in the same place. The wind is blowing gently across your shoulders, your face, moving through your legs and your heart fills gently with the thoughts that cross your mind. They are thoughts that are not particularly fast or uncomfortable, but as you see this you can remember the bad thoughts, and the memories that follow them. But this is okay, you are safe here and you are fine, free from all judgement. Nothing can hurt you in this moment because as you look out towards where the sun meets the ground, you can breathe. In and out, copying the wind's rhythm, in and out; you just breathe.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind
Short StoryI'm basically writing stuff that pops into my mind- that makes sense anyway. Though I do have depression so that kinda the theme for this book- it's more of an outlet than anything, even if I am super happy from time to time.
