I am walking, but I can’t feel the ground under me.

Am I really walking?

or am I floating – then why am I floating? How can I float?

or am I dreaming – then why am I dreaming? How do I dream?

or is it my imagination – I could be sitting down…

I would be walking in a field of green grass. It’s rich green and pure.

I’m feeling good, very good, walking through this grassy field.

The wind is blowing through my hair, it feels good.

I feel no stress, I hear no honking horns, no sirens, and no screaming.

I feel so alive, so happy, so proud.

I am happy to be alive. I feel good about myself.

I have the world around me, and I can love it.

I can dance, I can smile and be happy, I can sing, I feel alive.

I can do whatever I want to do and be happy.

I can live unrestricted by the pressures of society –

unrestricted by their damn standards and values and religions.

I can escape everything and feel happy. Happy about myself.

Happy by myself and happy with others who love me.
 
 

…then I return to the world…

I return to the honking horns, the sirens, the noisy places, the yelling people, the

phones ringing, the people wanting something from me, the machines that beep.

But I can return with a smile – I am still happy.

I can smile without hiding the pain, the frustration, the anger, the guilt.

I am refreshed, still as alive as before.

But I’m in the real world, in reality.

How can I be so happy?

How can anybody be happy?

How can people yell out from the excitement of happiness?