Floating on Daydreams

Breathe

Just breathe. As if it's that easy. There are days when all I do is hold my breath until I can see blue and purple stars with planets dancing around them shining in all their glory. I become an explorer, searching for life in the land of the dead. It is peaceful there, with the soft starlight pulsing in the all-too-familiar silence. Peace, something I long for, echoes off the walls of the volcanoes that erupt with stardust memories.

Eventually, I have to breathe . Perhaps it is that knowledge that makes my little pocket of the universe so special. It becomes more and more alluring with every visit. Maybe that's why I search for stardust in my blood and empty the contents of my stomach trying to remove memories that never leave.

That universe is my home. It's the only place I feel a sense of belonging in. I have conversations with the people I've lost, and each of them has their own planet. Freedom.

I consider every visit a dalliance with death. He loves me, and he wants to bring me peace. He brings me closer to him with the flick of a wrist and a shadowy smile. He is my best friend, my lover, my special place.

Just breathe.