[ WP ] `` Just take me to a place without a name ''

I spent the rainbow hours on crystal shores drifting in and out of a conscious state. I took dips in the sparkling sapphire water to cool myself down whenever the mood struck me. I strolled lazily through towering emeralds that shadded me from the golden rays that beat down from above. 
 
 My world was one of tranquility, there was no fear or sadness or pain. I was surrounded by brilliant colors and soothing sounds. Foamy aqua waves brushing against glittering sands, silky leaves of jade caressed by a scented breeze. 
 
 Sometimes just after the rainbow hours began to dim and were replaced with the rich shades of violet and indigo skys I'd swim out to where the falling water met the misty pool and lay back on a still warm rock. I'd lift my hand and let the liquid rush between my fingers. I would close my eyes, relaxed, content and let my mind wander. This was my world. 
 
 Before I was torn out of flesh, naked and screaming and cold. Before the faces looked down upon me with big eyes and excited smiles and puckered lips oohing and awwing and cooing. Before being washed by soft but rough hands and placed in chubby warm arms. 
 
 Before long dreamless naps, before always waking up scared and wet and hungry, before being passed around by strangers, before loud tvs, loud voices, loud music and loud cars. 
 
 Before learning things I once already knew, how to walk, how to speak, how to spell, how to count. 
 
 Before the doubts, the uncertainties, the jealousy, the resentment, the anger the false hope. Before bad skin and bad smells and bad hair. 
 
 Before teasing and mean spirited pranks and hurtful gossip. 
 
 Before bills and traffic and concerns about money and school and jobs and before things were always complicated, always unfair, always rushed. 
 
 Before any of this there was a world of rainbow hours and crystal shores. A world I had forgotton until now, a world that, as soon as I draw my last breath in just moments, I will return to. 
 
 I smile as the tear stained faces and sounds of sobbing fade and are replaced with the scent of flowers and the sound of breaking waters. I am coming home. 
 
 
 

