Pheonix-beyond

The sky is blue, so blue, a delusional, fantastical color that I've only ever seen in broken glass and festering wounds. Around me, life flourishes and blooms profusely at my feet, a sign that I do not belong. Sunlight filters through the trees and emerald streaks the ground like whiplash fragments of a sky turned upside-down. This is so far away. Is this a meadow? A forest? I don't even know. This is no black and white world. The air is thick with sweet scents, too many for me to distinguish, although I sense that there is life here, obnoxiously beautiful life surrounding me and making me feel secluded, lonely; again, not belonging. Where a