Grassy fields

Grassy Fields

Sun shining, wind blowing, I am there. Standing in the middle of a beautiful field, one in which resembles a place I used to visit in Seattle. The grass tickling my calves, my skin dry from the dramatic breeze. Darkness covers the sky above me, salt water mists race across my lips. There I am standing alone. All I want to do is run, as if I am escaping you. But I cant see you. This feeling causes me to run in this field that has no ending, so I stop and start to spin like a child. Twisting my life away, ready to awaken from these thoughts. On the ground, silky grass beneath me, wondering why I retreat to this beautiful place, what does it all mean? I can see you by the tree watching me, never understanding what pushes me to run through the grassy fields and find relief.