By Tanielle Dlamini

 

Fallen curls are the only trace of my existence

The grass tickles my feet

Bees brush my nose

The wind carries me away

Letting me float with the clouds

Flying with the birds

 

The feeling sends a rush to my brain

Addicting dopamine

I breathe in and out

It runs through my veins like ants

 

Flying

      Falling

            Floating

                  Falling

 

How ever could I exist in such a world?

How ever could I exist?

How could I?

How?

 

The feeling of a tree branch snaps me back into my senses.

My body splayed like a leopard. 

The chirps of birds and cicadas are music of the forest. 

The smell of the earth is intoxicating

Thick and pungent

The crisp air fills my lungs

 

Inhale 

      Exhale

            Inhale

                  Exhale 

 

My back is on the ground

Smoke is in the air

And I am at peace

In a world in which I do not know

I have reached nirvana