Bliss

It's a beautiful world.
I could stare out the window for hours,
No purpose, no place.
No reason for anything else.
I could close my eyes on the cold night sky
And feel something no one's ever felt.
Empty fields filled with promise,
Streets quiet and without motion.
The air seems to have a certain knowledge,
Blowing through the small squares of screen.
One that no body could obtain.