a warm wind hits the left of my body.
i look around, only then realizing my actual position.
half-dead blades of grass are below my hands.
a warm wind hits the right of my body.
looking up to the stars shows what i’ve seen before.
but my mind is free now.
i am tethered. to everything.
i stand up and walk to a nearby bench, and sit down.
a warm wind hits the left of my body.
thunder cracks in the distance, the sky gaining a slight purple haze when it does.
a warm wind hits me directly.
cars go by. trains are moving. lights are flicking, electricity is buzzing, people are laughing, the night sky amplifies it all.
and i can distinctly hear every last one of them.
and then the wind stops.
i still can hear everything, but no longer comforting, instead, empty.
every breath on the earth, and to me it was empty.
tethered to everything. one with everything. i am everything. and yet it felt empty.
and i wondered, why does there always seem to be a void in my purpose?
the wind picked up. the sounds started to blend together, recognizing my mind’s position being placed in front of their own.
i wonder, finally,
why does the world feel empty, even when i am tethered to it?
the wind picks up again.
i don’t understand if i was expecting someone on the bench next to me.
or, maybe, i long for someone who was once there. or i look for a replacement.
i want to share the world with someone else. and tether them to me, and the rest of the universe.
but there’s no one there.
and the warm wind hits my left.
and it feels lonely.