The grass sways in time with the gentle breeze.
My hair feels much like the grass in that way.
The road paved in front of me,
cars pass by at incredible speeds,
like large bullets following an ever-predictable path.
The side of the road is comforting.
As I lay on a small hill, it surrounds me,
urging me asleep, and letting me know that nothing will come for me.
The cars may be loud, but as I drift into visions of another world,
everything becomes silent.