This-

This feeling, this torturous feeling Will not and somehow cannot go away, I hate it, I hate it, I do not hate much but I do hate this, This tension, this agony, this stress I picture a great deep colored brick wall being broken, Shattered, falling to pieces, And piece by piece I see all my troubles go away, But then- I see my face, The anger, the hatred I have with my expression, My eyes filled with fire, filled with a wanting to be signed off from life, I want to be stuck in my fantasy where- I am laying in a grass field, Everything so open, I can feel the slightly green, yellow grass in between my toes And my hands grasping the grass with my arms and legs brushing against the brittle but oh so gentle grass, All around are hills and hills, filled with bundles of wild and free flowers of all different shades and tints, The sun gazing, beaming down upon me, I can feel the soft warm raze soaking into my relaxed porcelain body, Then, you feel a slight warm breeze gently coming through just to Bring the scent of crisp roses along and under my nose, I take it all in,- The sensation of being there is equal and beyond equal To the gorgeously amazing feeling of rain, Dancing in the rain I am just there, not a soul around But I do not feel alone, I feel the comfort and the warmth, Of everything surrounding.