i want to be

a woman who wears white that never stains. I will sit on the small side of the mountain, hands to heart center, and breathe in the scent of green leaves against a gray sky. Behind the curtain of my eyelids I will see a darkness signaling only peace. A sense of endless time will take me as I record the sound of birds to my brain; I will heave a sigh to push the toxins out, rather than to let exhaustion in. Smell like I've never felt pain. I'd cleanse my aura by eating dirt if it would bury every bad thing I've ever done.