Mary

breathing in the scent of freedom, an alternate reality for the one you're stuck in. inhaling the rush of letting go, running. breaking free of the bad dreams, bad times.. bad thoughts. replaced with a happiness so real, but so..fake. the exit of your labyrinth laying before, slowly embracing its remarkable sense of.. perfectness. you sigh because you wished this would last forever, you smile because this isn't a hard place to reach.

this is my favorite place.

clouds of smoke rising around you, exiting your mouth in thick trails. fields of nothing around you, just space and stars for you to enjoy, relax upon. you lay down on the grass, put your hands like walls against your face and you're the only person on the earth.

everything becomes yours.

the whole sky, the air, the lonely setting.. everything.

you think thoughts of worry that suddenly trail to thoughts of happiness, laughter.

nothing really matters anymore as the smoke blurs the sky above you, you shut your eyes. you're floating on water and you will never sink, this is your world. this is your time, no one to interrupt, nothing there to hurt you, like there's a bubble around you, all sound is gone.

just your mind talking to you, telling you everything is okay.

your head is heavy along with the rest of your body, forcing you to the ground, telling you to stay, to enjoy this, to just let it be.

the influence pulls you in, dragging your mind to stop, you fall asleep.

and as you open your eyes again to what used to be night but now is sunlight, you slowly get up.

you lay in the middle of a field, somewhere far from home, the quietness still there.

a sense of loneliness crowds around you and all the bad feelings come back. you get up and start your journey home, taking in the city around you, the curses, the screaming, the violent people as obstacles that are never avoided.

you look back at the field, thinking that it was home more than any other place will be.

fuck reality,

i found a better one.