There’s this vast field, so green…there aren’t any flowers for some reason
but it’s so beautifully green.
There’s a single big mountain, and you can reach its top if you want to;
sometimes it has snow, but most of the times it’s clear, with sharp and big rocks.
When I’m standing the field, to my right and left grows a pine forest
-there is no back -.
Trees are the tallest I’ve ever seen,
they have a beautiful rich and deep green color.
There’s a house in the field, an improve version of the only kind house I’ve been able to draw since I’m seven years old.
Like in my rudimentary drawing, a skinny road made with rock leads to a shallow crystal clear river
I stand there, looking at the blue cloudless sky.
I feel happy and smile,
I can feel the smooth wind in my face
I know that I was meant to be, that I have a reason to exist.