SUN SETTING

xxvii.

sitting in a field of flowers, eyes sparkling, you felt invincible.

wait,

don't start thinking just yet. i'm going to take a few guesses of what you guys think i mean.

maybe your analytical brains flit to the thoughts of fearless beings standing at the edge of a rocky cliff, the wind howling against their bodies. their eyes glint against oncoming storm and no regrets surface in their past memories. it was just them and the world.

or maybe your thinking of a cliche... i wouldn't know, i can't read minds. four friends? maybe more? standing tall as mighty forests, their bonds stronger than their roots. these kids know each other, every secret has spilled from their lips, every fear has tumbled out, and despite the knee scraps they've faced, they emerged stronger than ever. it was them against the world, and no one could defy them. hell, your mind might be wandering the labyrinth of that sort've same idea. except they felt as if they could rule the world. crowns resting upon the heads of kings and queens, they were the golden age.

if that was the type of invincible you were thinking about, i'm sorry to disappoint you. really.

no.

i think i'm talking about the type of invincible when you're sitting in the middle of a field, wild flowers dancing off your skin and long grass brushing against the freckled skin of your arms and just feeling at peace with the world. s sitting there and just being able to close your eyes and not fear anything. letting your eyelids slide down and letting your skin cells feel the sun beating down upon your face and the wind rustling past your hair and into your ears. the type of invincible when your feel human and it's you relishing in that glory. the stars didn't sing your name and divinity didn't stain your heart. the world wasn't your calling, simply a place, a home, for you and your friends to reside in. the type of invincible where buttercup smiles and sparkling eyes in a secluded field of flowers was enough.

- the fondest memory residing just through the forest and over the log, leading to a place where sadness had no place