Surreal Bliss
Relax,
let go,
I hear the distant voices whisper.
Strange sensations overcome me,
surreal,
floating like a speck of dust,
my body numb,
my soul in rapture.
Colors I''ve never seen before,
glow with a soft warmth,
surrounding me.
I am drawn up further
by a force that defies gravity.
The light turns white.
Then I see them,
faint figures of my past,
motioning me to come forth,
I greet them exuberantly,
with love and passion.
I am ecstatic;
filled with bliss,
and then my Grandmother
whispers to me,
"I''m so glad you''ve finally
come home".
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