Floating like a feather suspended in the air. I am everything, so close to all things. I become insignificant a speck of dust, resting on a puzzle piece connected to all the other tiny puzzle pieces of life. Every tremulous motion made is followed by massive butterflies tickling me from the inside out. I am a weightless bubble, dancing among the untamed blue yonder. I am a helpless blade of grass forced to succumb to the harsh winds of life. I am the stars admiring life below, wishing to live. I am a human gazing right up, wishing, but never really living until now. I am never ending, infinity.
I am the darkness, which surrounds the outer most corners of infinity. I am on a long enchanting, chilling, spiritual TRIP called LIFE.