to be so alone. Stranded in
a small room surrounded by
humming machines listening to
the soft whispers of country
I dream of standing on a balcony,
the top floor of a parking garage,
the tip of a mountain peak,
the landing overlooking ocean breezes,
laying in the flat plains of midwestern grain,
or even standing silently in the tundra of a winter desert
I strain my ears to hear the gentle breeze
I feel the tingle of the bristling grass underneath my feet
I warm from the sun drying the winter storm
I taste and smell the crisp spring air
I believe this is a figment of my imagination
as my eyes glaze over from emotions
flooding the brain, the lids close around
my newfound world. the blinding glare turns black,
the humming stops, and the dark of night envelopes
My only wish is to soar among the stars
after exploring the world
in dreams trapped by pixels of light
abolished
