I wanted to just lie down in that tall grass and soak up anything and everything I could, and I did just that. I wanted this place filled with so much magic to become a part of me. Maybe that way I would never really leave and I would never be able to forget the beauty that surrounded every part of me twisting and tying up my insides in order to make things feel right again. I felt like someone, not just an empty shell of a being unable to appreciate the concept of living. I remember thinking, “This is happiness.” It was a something I had not felt in a while and I caught myself up in this feeling I forgot existed. I started thinking this is where it all my began: my family. These people and this place were my roots. I wanted to plant myself with those roots so I could never leave: the place, the people, the feeling, or the moment. I continued to feel my heart becoming lighter and lighter. I wondered if it would fly away. Then, I started to imagine the sadness leaking out of my body as a black foggy liquid flowing out of my heart and through a hole punctured in my chest and suddenly a laugh burst out of me powerful enough to come from the great mouth of Zeus. I was unsure what to do or how to act so I began to roll around in the grass still hearing my laugh echo back down from the heavens. I could see the clear blue sky arched on top of me, birds with their wings spread apart flying in groups above me, and trees with leaf-filled branches rolling with me looking as if they hadn’t been this happy in a long time as well.
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