Floating Nirvana
- Lit Liz
- Sep 1
- 1 min read
Clouds drift by
the sapphire sky
reminding me
of the stuffing falling
out of the pillow
infused with my dreams.
A plane glides
between the cotton.
My heart settles
in my chest.
Soft silence
cradles my ears.
No thoughts
bombard my brain.
My fingers lie still
not twitching for
YouTube or text messages.
I don't need stimulation
and yet
my eyes
are not heavy
with sleep.
The heat of the day
blankets me
as I watch the clouds
mutely travel.
No storms today
inside
or out.
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