Sometimes

I found this on my computer a few minutes ago (I forgot it existed) and I think its kinda beautiful. Not really sure if it classifies as poetry or a short story, so I'll just say its both.

Sometimes, I sit by my window, staring into the meadow by the building. My legs are tucked up beneath me, I watch and I listen. I watch the world as is changes, and I listen the gentle noises that nature can create. I like those days. Sitting by the window. I feel satisfied, like dancing through rain after a hot summer week. It helps me to forget the problems the universe has given me. I forget about myself, because suddenly, I am nothing. I am fragment of a memory; I am the flowers and the trees. I am the rain and the sun and the grass. I am everything, and I am nothing. Not everyone here can sit the way I do, lost in their own world. I am lucky that way. I do not have the burden of fate bearing down on my shoulders each waking moment of the day. I can simply throw those burdens off my shoulders. I do crumble and I do not fall. I watch, and I listen.

Reviews

[Anastasia]

This is so beautifully written and heartwarming.