I emptied myself in Spain.
Felt luscious moss seep into my brain root.
Eyes softly closed in the fading sunlight and drifted on masts of grass.
No thoughts... in fact, I didn't think at all. How nice that is to not think.
Wandered streets at midnight, followed wafting music around corners, discovered the blue light of dawn... Old friends, those are for sure... so nice to know they haven't forgotten me.
Sleep. Sweet afternoon sleep. What else are summers for.