Away with me

I am flying away from this wordly shit. Light as a dried leaf I am. The wind carries me away from everything that disgusts me. I land in a pure, clean landscape. Green grass. Blue sky. There is no Christmas here. No gifts. No fat food. No family.

I lay myself down in the rich, soft grass. Breathe clean air. I am alone. I feel calm. I remove myself from everything material. And I feel happy. Away from everything I feel content.