❝I ran as fast as i could in the night with small tears cascading down my face like rain drops. I ran to the field and saw the nearest tree and perched myself up onto one of the braches to just sit down and look up at the clear, stary night sky that was usually cloudly making rain fall but on this cold winter's night the sky was clear, full of stars that were bright and some hardly radiating any light making them barely visible in the dark sky. The air was just right with a mild breeze that complemented the mildly humid weather which was odd because of the season but it didn't bother me. The field, the tree looked over was slightly wet full of morning dew that swept across the perfectly trimmed grass and the small drops of water that covered the fields, shone in the moon light that looked down on our tiny planet. At that monent i felt like the only hunan being on the earth itself. The silence calming me down by every slow breath I released and the sound of my soft breathing being the only audible noise I could hear. I didn't want to move an inch afraid i would ruin the calm silence that engulfed me making me feel so chill and relaxed as i sat on the slightly unstable branch of the old tree that stood watching the field as it went on in the years. A tree so short compared to the hundred others that stood taller than the small old oke tree I sat on peacefully. The tree was like a wise old man the tall younger tree's were ignorant men laughing at the old oke when the oke tree is more useful than All the other tall intimidating tree's. All i could do in that very moment was smile. The tears that were falling from my ducts no longer falling but leaving red crying marks on my face giving away the fact that this night was not my best but one of my worst but I don't care about what just happened all i care about is the silence that was hugging me like my mom would when I'd be going to sleep for the night, a hug i only ever got as a child but grew out of "night hugs" because i was "too grown up for hugs " when i really just want to squeeze my mom with a hug everytime i see her. her hugs being worth everything I own but when you get older people change and So do you yourself. Me, I changed for the worse. i sat deadly still in a calm field thinking of A goal I could try and achieve, the goal being to always be as calm as this night because no matter what, you have to make enjoyment out of the most mundane things. To some this is just a feild surrounded by tall tree's to me it's a beautiful landscape full of possibity and calm vibes. I'm no poet or linguist but this was the most calming, beautiful peices of art I'd ever seen so peaceful and calm it made you melt inside and made every bad thought that disesed your thoughts disapear and all your problems were non existent because everything about the moment just shut off your brain of all thought, bad or good. The only thing in your head that functioned was your imagination which was just a endless spiral of weird and wondetful stuff no matter how sad or boring you were your imagination is what made you really differant some people's imagination twisted like Tom burton or some realistic and beautiful like michael morpurgo. Your imaginatuon exploding at the sight in front of you. It was mesmorising but simple and that was the beauty in it. It was so boring and didn't serve much purpose but that's what made it more beautiful. So as i sat and stared at the stars taking the breath-taking view in i just sighed and jumped down from the branch making a creaking noise and my feet making a loud bang as they made contact with the floor and i just laid down on the wet grass and looked up into the sky and breathed happily not moving an inch❞