ghost castle

like the grass

everything fades away, and all there is is me and the wind. all i am is what i think i am, and the wind is everything else, the entirety of nature, of existence, of everything that happens outside of what i define as me.

there are tears in my eyes and on my face, but inside i feel beauty. i feel a kind of peace. i feel belonging in this all, being pushed back and forth by the wind, like a blade of grass. all i am is as a blade of grass.

there is a connection there. the grass is nature, i am nature, the wind is nature. we come from the same place. our history is shared, the history of the universe.

i only truly believe this way when my mind is on fire, like it has been.