Lying numb on the grass, breathing along the breeze. Found myself hidden among the shadows of the trees.
My pearled eyes sparkled beneath the golden sunlight, embracing the light long lost.
As if I were nothing but something to be fluttered within the depths of the sublime found in nature.
My soul seemed to find its life, delving too deep into the ocean of death, transcending the reality meant to be let go…
The last breaths cuddled up my unspoken, long-desired words, which had never found a home:
“I found my solace.”
But before peace could overflow—
Alas! I wide awoke…
Written by: Eiman Asif
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