I was walking through the desert and I happily felt myself losing distinction. There was relief in the falling away of me with references. There was the me that I wanted others to see. The me that I felt I needed to become to feel happy. The old parts of me that I wanted to relive.

I felt as important as the rock I walked by, or the cactus in the distance, or the red dirt I walked upon. I felt like I was part of things naturally. It was nice not having to carry the load I didn't know I was carrying.

I looked down and saw my shadow cascade by. I felt like a cloud moving through a red sky.