Watching stars fall from the sky, with unopened blinds.

Fluorescently descending --

I marvel at the cascading, unsure of what to feel

Unsure of what is real.

Not fearful, just reluctant

to reach for the celestial bodies,

feeling for confirmation outside of this realm...

Where did this life begin?

Arms stretched toward the darkness,

extending eastward I feel a breeze.

Outstandingly stimulating;

the vault opens and out blooms memories of sweet flowers and shrubbery and the most calming air I've known --

Forgotten memories of home.

In a chamber,

like a vast courtyard aside a mansion,

a beautiful garden.

Though my own eyes have never seen, what significance it holds in my heart.