I begin in a small dark room. Eyes clenched shut. Heart full of fear and loneliness. Arms flailing. Legs kicking. My efforts are quixotic. I exhaustedly give in.

I relax my limbs. Slowly open my eyes. Soften my focus. I am alone in a bright yellow field. The loneliness becomes solitude. The fear turns to melancholy.

Here I can love like a ghost—quietly and unseen. I can haunt the world with my love and presence. I can send my warmth through a gentle breeze.

Here I am fearless. Nothing is needed. Nothing is owned. So nothing can be lost.

Here I can be.