Virginia woolf once said, “I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky”. How does she know exactly what to say, exactly how I feel, exactly what I need?
Dissolving into the sky- as if bit by bit, you will tear you away from yourself. First the hair, then the eyes, the face, the neck and so on.. until your feet are no longer standing on the ground. Parts of you will wave back to your shadow that remains at the edge, looking into the distance, wondering just how you disappeared.
There you will be, floating, dissolving, evaporating like dreams into the air, into the soft yellow rays that hit the clouds and get lost ultimately within the stars.
I dream of this so often; I think and I wait and in anticipation, I peruse the sky.