ghostism

i took an early walk through a big park kicking the fall leaves around and laughing to myself. i felt the breeze, i skipped among my family of beautiful growing things and heard the songs of distant swallows and sparrows falling from the sky. i lay in the grass for sometime and fell into the deep rest. i dreamt of a single snow flake falling. the sun was shearing off in unimaginable patterns and colors that shone through the snowflake as it fell to me. it was in the slowest of motion, as if time crept in increments of years and decades. the grass grew about my body, the crickets and cicadas droned that grew with my wilding hair, my beard like one of grandma's blankets covering my toes. i was overjoyed! the snowflake reached the tip of my nose and melted thusly as rivulets of color and sound followed. i remebered all of my loved ones and all of the joy that lives in these cells. i sighed deeply and drifted of to sleep. both sleeps intertwined and fell through each other. there was no sound. then there was sound and it was the rain falling. it didn't care much and just layed there beginning to fill with water. the water was good.