My kinda place

The places where I’m the most deeply lost in my own soul are :

where I can see birds fly in different directions; take off and fly overhead, to disappear into nothingness

where the land is chopped in tiny sections with a mountain gaze casting downwards

where the winds give you the beat, to drown out the thought; sound so high, that you cannot think
touch so close to home, that you cannot blink

where little fireflies are born from the light of universe and it’s like seeing an entire library of thoughts and emotions.

And I long for places like these where everything is so quiet that you could even hear the clouds move.