When I Close My Eyes

I close my eyes. The lid goes down to touch my soft skin. The eyelashes so black and sparkly. I cannot see anything at all. It reminds me of a moonless night, a world with no hope. I move my eyeballs round and side to side. I feel like there is a bee buzzing around. I can see the colours of darkness. A dark shade of blue, a dreamy purple, a yellow with no end. A red, as blood, a green as grass. I see a spot and i look down deeper into it and find nothing but eternal darkness. My breath is heard very evidently. It is a clear sound as glass makes. The colours and the breath I take in are all fighting for attention. I cannot choose between the two so select times for each. First the colours, swooping in and out of sight. They swooshed around in happiness and made me feel dreamy. They are all different and have their own uniqueness. There is no way to take your eyes off those bright and dark colours. It is so pretty! But it is still showing the darkness. I still do not understand how in such bright and beautiful colours there can be the darkness. I think so and soon I get fed up. Too much darkness. Too much thinking. I cannot take it. So, I move on to my breathing. The air pumps in and out. I feel energized and happy. I feel like I am at rest. I do not need to think of anything seriously. Mind you, that does not mean I am extremely ecstatic. I am more of something I can define as pleasant. It is so simple to do nothing. You can just breathe in and out, feel the lungs taking in all that oxygen and trying to help you. So smoothly it reminds  me of a bird swiftly swaying across the breeze softly. The breeze is pushing the bird back, but the bird is still flapping its pretty wings and gliding through the sky. It may look easy to us from a distance but I am quite sure not. So much effort to bring happiness. I think about all of this and feel..... 'nice'.