it used to be

It used to be, when I found myself standing there, I could cast my eyes out into the endless hills of untamed grass and undiscovered trail. It used to be silent. It used to be, that the sun would reach out to me completely and embrace me in its warmth. The gentle caress of the breeze would lift my spirit momentarily, as if a familiar voice had whispered into my ear. It could have been my wishful innocence but it used to be easy to smell the ocean if I closed my eyes. It used to be so vast and so pure. It used to be something I thought belonged to me.