tranquility in solitude

in the heart of nowhere, where the world is nothing but sky and earth, there is a stillness that cradles the soul. each step through the tall grass feels like a soft rhythm, a beat that echoes deep within, mingling with the quiet hum of life around. leaves swaying, distant birds calling, the wind brushing past like a whispered secret. every sound sinks into the chest, soft and full, as though the universe itself is speaking in the language of peace. in this vast solitude, the mind finds clarity, untangling the quiet thoughts that had once felt too heavy, now floating like the drifting clouds overhead. the silence is not empty but full of everything that matters. life, breath, a soft connection to the world and to the self. alone, but never truly lonely, for in this stillness, there is no need for anything more. only the joy of being, of walking through the open, breathing deeply, and feeling the quiet certainty that this moment is all that’s needed