(green)sboro.

I want to sit in a field of open green. The kind of grass that never itches; only provides something soft for you to rest upon. I want to sit in a field of zero trees and zero bugs and the perfect kind of lighting for a book. The kind of green that lets you know that it could be your home if you'd simply let yourself relax within it's open arms; but reading seems far too bizarre. The kind of green that makes you feel like where you are is the greenest side that could ever be; that no fictional universe could compare to the place you're sitting.

I want to sit in a field of open green and open possibilities.
The kind of green that lets you know that you could run, and you'd have such a clear pathe that nothing could stop you. Nothing could catch you in time to bring you back.

The kind of green that lets you know that you could run, but makes you feel like having a nap instead.



Waking up here isn't so bad, but it's certainly no field of possibility.
When I look at it objectively, I'm on the greenest side.