It was bizarre.
The setting; a situation, I’d never been able to imagine inside my head. 
Eyes closed or wide open-had I not been forced to clearly focus on.
Prussian black tired eyes,no words but screaming, 
thoroughly organized letters spelling things I know but refuse to understand.
Uncomprehending entirely but periwinkle had met exhaustion,
I could read, in a way.
Shaky hands, sick stomach, busy mind, blank expression and numb body.



“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, hills, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.”




Happy. Define Happy. What is happy?