outside

Outside is my muse.

Outside is my sanctuary.

Outside where its just me and the infinitely endless sky

With its clouds that I can imagine dreaming on,

Or play childlike games, like thinking up shapes.

Outside with the breeze that blows away my bad thoughts,

The clean air that fills my lungs.

Outside where i can walk barefoot and careless

As i feel the grass under my feet and between my toes,

As that feeling fills my body with delight, and fills my mind with memories of earlier, easier days.

Outside with the birds’ music.

The absolute sweetest conversation like music,

Mixed with the barking of dogs,

   the laughter of neighborhood children,

   the sound of passing cars,

   the rustling of trees as they dance.

These sounds that fuse together and form my most adored symphany.

   These things make my comforting endulgance

   These things make my escape

   These things, all together, create my outside.

~Dre’