Wasteland

In this vast wasteland I feel everything. November breeze kisses my cheeks and my eyes water for no one but the brisk air. I feel infinite as I run through these untamed weeds that slowly tear at my already worn down jeans with each running step. If I could always feel this way I would run forever. Looking back with a smile on my face as to how far I've really gone. I smile here as I do everywhere but it is different in this wasteland. It is for me and the infinite skies that roll above me. I raise my hands as if to indicate to the world that I am here. I am here and here I am content and here is where I will often come back to. Not always the same soil but often the same roots of my heart. As my eyes continue to grow moist I run harder for me and for you. This is where you'll find me if my prayers be true. Waiting in this moment between November air and setting sun at my back, This moment I will come back to and I'll be alive in it forever.