I explored the composition of the wanderlust that stretched outward appearing to never end. I felt my lungs inhale the precious element around me, so fresh of it’s radical residence keeping me of my existence. Its soft touch against my face on a cool spring morning was illuminating internally. Giving me the vibrancy of undefeat. It rushed up my spine, tingling ever bone in my body making the fine hair on my face stand up. The grotesque feeling didn’t settle well, all of it was to real to be true. Why me? Why had I come across such wonders for the sight of my eyes only. I took an exhale. It was as if my thoughts were around me. A vast scenery of green. I knew I was alone for I only heard my self thinking, thinking through the giant vegetation I strolled by howling in the vicious wind that started to pick up. The leaves brightly colored green uplifted from the gardens path rushing at my face, as if they were being abandoned slapping me, I still recall the stinging sensation of the hit, so sharp. I only imagined my self dreaming the unreal that lay out before my stance. The pureness of the air had a faint smell, relaxing taking me deep into thought of its sweet rose scent rippling off it’s pedals. I followed the pleasurable odor to its overpowering masquerade, amazed in the sight of the unfathomable fuchsia that lit up the luscious brushes bordering the garden. Yet I thought I was alone, I had been mistaken it was all of a sudden the wonder of unreal came to life. I laughed a little, almost laughing at the fact I wasn’t alone which filled me with joy. The thought of being isolated repetitively occurred, I was only thankful it died down. The pattern of the beautiful white birds filled the blinding sky, squinting I followed the direction they glided, cutting through the blazing flurry distancing from the grey cloud that closed in nearer and faster. They crocked high in the azure my eyes drawing to their view which had captured the center of attention. It began to lightly drizzle of twinkling water that spilled down from above, driving goosebumps up my back down my arms. My toes became numb, the extraordinary empowerment keep me under the dark gloom full of enjoyment. The aroma of the wet earth staggered upon me. I felt my toes warming and reality took its turn. I lay in tears of happiness waking up in my very bed I had not left, disappointment flooded within me. The image was serial like I’ve lived it before, maybe in a past life, I dedicated my self to return.