I fall into the black sea of stars, and wish they were your eyes. My body feels so unnecessary. I marvel as my eyes go in and out of focus, and the stars become impossibly bright as I try to comprehend my feelings, and analyze my state of mind. Something tells me to slow down. Take it in. I place my hand on the cool grass beside me, and wish it were still warm with you. I try to contemplate on what I think is important, and what went wrong. The stars continue to go in and out of focus. I breathe in the neutral calmness of the crisp air, and exhale the thought of you. I don’t need to know anything here, in this midnight meadow. I don’t need to know why things happen out here. It is so unlike the city. The cool march sky rejects my reason, and intellect, it only asks for my intuition and a euphoric attentiveness. I whisper a quiet thank you. I fall into the black sea of stars, and I am content with the fact its just the sky, and I.
I might change a few things on this. A rough draft.