Live Free

Pretending I'm somewhere else. 

Somewhere that the sky is always painted 

With pastel colors and puffy clouds. 

Where the birds always sing and the trees dance in the cool summer breezes

Somewhere I can run to 

When reality stops making sense and people lose their humility. 

I could sleep cradled in the branches as the sun sets in the distance,

Stars peeking out despite the rising quarter moon. 

Pine and eucalyptus wafting through the air and filling my lungs

My chest expands before I release a long cleansing exhale. 

There's nowhere to be, no one to see and just an open world of possibility. 

I'm just living free.