In the backyard

The place where it all began :)

In the natural darkness,

Not split by anything unknown to nature,

There are sounds, and there are shadows,

Shadows of the trees, that have been here all their life,

Rustling away in glory,

And yet that unprecedented silence.

Wait, I can hear nothing,

And when I think that is going to be it,

A cool wind touches my face,

Graces my hair,

And goes away without leaving a trace,

Or maybe it just did,

A memory of something that was 

Momentarily wanted, felt and dismissed off.

And then there is a feeling,

Of thoughts rushing to my head,

And then the one, of me pushing it away,

Because the emptiness that is lacking everywhere else,

The place where you as an individual do not matter,

Hardly would you find it,

And when you do, mustn't you appreciate it as a whole?

Feel yourself as the only one and no one at all.

Feel alive and away from all that you must do, all that is expected of you.

You want to be free from 

Feeling, thinking, knowing, being, wondering, living, dying.

This is but a pause,

A much needed pause,

Before it feels misused,

Or overused,

To realize the insignificance yet the urgency of it all.

To believe in the existence of human as a being as well as the one trained to be manipulative like a machine.

Let it drown you,

Let it flow through you,

Breathe in and breathe out,

And stop letting this screen that is helping you write mess with the nothingness,

After all, haven't we entered this world with nothing?

And when it feels most natural,

Absorb it,

Until you have to get back, to the lacking world with artificial lights et al.

All you have to do, is be.