As we lay on our backs, we stared at the same sky. The brightness pierced us, but the clouds drew us in, enveloping us into their blue grace. They absorbed us, and erased any need for physical speak. Our minds we're enough, wandering and wisping like the gods above us. The prickly grass beneath. Our eyes wondering the same things, reflecting one another, they didn't need to see to understand. But cut too short. Like everything always is. And so we left the field that we had just spilled onto, with our messy thoughts and lives. And when we got up, we had to collect ourselves again, put ourselves back together to be accepted back into the society that is always in our peripherals.
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