As the Sun slowly descends from my eyesight,
The world around felt like a fantasy.
Fleecy grass twirling around my toes gripping it like an anchor,
Reflection of life through the dribbles falling from the other side, disappearing into the lushy cheeks which can’t stop smiling.
Yes, It looks Beautiful
Branches hugging each other sharing a pleasant moment, portraying their immense love,
Soft petals leaving them alone to spread its wings only to fall onto the ground wondering how their next birth would be.
Yes, it looks Beautiful.
Shades of the sky looking like the shattered colours of the palette, embracing its imperfection into an appealing sight,
While the landscape turned into a magician lifting my soul and heart into what feels like eternity.
Yes, it looks Beautiful.
The young fawns were the paid actors triggering the protagonist in me,
The sound of the chirps rushing from its lil throat and the smell of dandelions perfecting the entire scene.
Yes, it looks Beautiful.
With the breeze helping me find where I left,
The rustling pages blew off my bookmark , flipping to page 276 that read…….
Yes, it FEELS beautiful.
A street that was cramped with people overflowing in all directions felt desolated and Alienated,
The sound of the roaring thunder and the cozy night which no more feels cozy had startled me,
Muddy puddles looked like giant toads and the showers from above had gone crazy,
With the windshield dancing like a rocking chair and headlights going on and off,
The child in me jumps,
Yes, it feels beautiful!
As I stepped my stools onto the soaked road,
Everything felt stilled except the cold water drenching me with extreme Bliss.
The darkness and it’s aura did not scare me for the very first time,
While my brains had no second thoughts and my legs carried me towards the middle of nowhere.
Yes, it feels beautiful.
Standing in front of a flickering street light in the middle of a wide road,
With my hands crippled and squeezed tight into mine (coz I know I’ve got the best company in me),
I decided to explore the main character of my never ending story.
Yes, it feels beautiful.
With no one to call me Mad and laugh at me,
With the Muted walls of the buildings glancing at me,
I twirled around and opened up all the rush of emotions that flooded my head.
As the thoughts that bothered me got washed away,
I heard the voice of my soul as I danced in the limelight.
Yes, It feels beautiful.
I wondered if this could be a forever,
Well time has to answer.
The street lights wasn’t competitive with the Moon,
Glowing and gleaming like my 8th grade version, all alone on a stage act.
I lived in the moment and flaunted like a pro,
Page 276 will be preserved in my memory bank to remind me of the little things,
That keeps me on track, to sprint like the lightning.
It was much better than the lights,camera and action, much better than fantasy, much better than dreams!
It was Real and yes It felt Beautiful
