i am alive

not in this world

but perhaps in another

i close my eyes

and breath deep

in and out and over again

i let the butterflies land on my finger

flower petals falling in my hair

i let paradise take me away from the gray world

i stand in

i listen to the birds singing songs of bliss

they open their wings and fly

out into the great blue sky

soaring through clouds

and letting their feathers become damp with rain

i inhale the scent

of pine trees

or possibly the ocean

maybe a cinnamon stick in

a cup of hot chocolate

bringing spice and flavor into the mug

perhaps i smell my grandma’s cookies

fresh out of the oven

books with pages of vanilla leaf

spines cracked and covers weathered from

being read time and time again

or it could be my moms perfume

as she wraps me in a warm embrace

as the darkness attempts to devour me

the light covers me like a blanket

the warm sunshine on my back

the blooming of flowers in the spring

as the melancholia tries to take me away

i am rescued by these thoughts

of euphoria