Someday the sky will open for me. Someday the blue will engulf the world.
The myriad buildup of frustrations will cease and glide off my skin like raindrops into the tall grass. The morning air will swallow the sleeping horizon in its full embrace. Time will pause for the breath of a second so I can step onto the path I have walked and will walk until the soles of my sandals wear into dust, until the rocks sand through flesh to reveal bleached bone.
Someday I will expand into the thin breeze of winter as the summer lights blink into life. The oceans will roll wide and infinite before me, the sands blowing red-hot and rough against the bright billowing clouds of sky. Sensation, motion, sound will blur into one, swirling into continuous eternity before departing into memory.
Someday I will close my eyes and let the rain flood the tunnels of the dark. I will bend my knees to cast my weight off the edge of the world. I will plummet into jarring reality before the lines fall into place, before brief life flares and leaves me in the wake of its path.