Have you ever laid in the middle of nowhere and stared at
the sky?
Have you ever stared at the sky and thought about
nothing?
Oh, you have?
No, there is no way you have.
It’s impossible.
Maybe you thought you were thinking about nothing, but
really you were thinking about the deep brilliant blues that kept changing as
the hours passed and how fast the clouds swam through it.
You were thinking about the thick tall grass and being
surrounded by hundreds of yellow dandelions.
You were thinking about the cool breeze on your bare
limbs and how it complimented the warmth of the setting sun shining on your
already rosy cheeks.
You were thinking about all the other times you have laid
under the sky and how each season has its own sounds and scents.
You were thinking about the beauty of silence and how you
wished it could be like that all the time.
You were thinking.
