Super new to this [grounded]

There’s a cool breeze, it’s night, just you and this desolate field.

You look up—overwhelmed by your insignificant existence in the vast sea we call the cosmos. it was too much.

Unburdening your feet of their duties, you lie flat on your back. Grounded

As you lay down looking into your everything a new thought rushes over you. You’re not looking up nor down, you are simply looking.

Your focus shifts to your current situation this mysterious force we know so little about is keeping you from falling into that vast nothingness, grounded.

Your grip loosens, eyes soften. At peace you take each breath as they get easier than the last.

Resentment is fleeting, the taker of your life too is the giver of your peace.

Final breath, at peace you begin to transcend, one final thought in your fleeting consciousness. You are no longer grounded.