If only I had a place to go, where time stood still and nothing mattered at all. Peace. A place of flowing waters and breezy winds smelling of flowers. Dragonflies, butterflies, and ladybugs. The simple song of a bird. Peace. Tears streaming down my eyes, but I'm okay, truly. They're joyous. The trees cradle me. The universe harmonizes in a gentle lullaby. Nothing is important. One with nature; I am everything and nothing. A mere specimen sucked into a void of oblivion knowing nothing beyond itself and not giving a care in infinity. Because it doesn't matter. Nothing matters as of now, I am the center of the galaxy and the galaxy is an empty black hole.