I want to connect my legs into the roots of the earth and grind my fragile skin into the dirt of the earth. Engulf my soul. Devour my humanity. I shall be the earth and the earth be me. I am the demon of your sweet dreams. The everlasting scent of lavender in the fields  of infinite, childish memories. As I yawn, I take in your power and exhale your pure beauty, blowing tired doves into your sacred air. I am the god of your sweet dreams. You may call me Elisium. Welcome to the Elysian Fields...