The peace in the dark under the graveyard

I am imagining me and my father (which has passed away), only us in the dark under the grave yard. Far from the noice, from the lights, from anybody. Just peace. I might not happy. We are not laughing, we are not smiling. We are just fine. We are not burdened, we dont bring anything, we left everything behind. And then just disappear.

I am imagining me and my mother. I am a baby. She is carrying me. I am peacefully put my head on her shoulder. I have no worry. I just feel safe.

I want to come to a place where just undamage of my body is enough, where a fine mind of me is enough. To a parent where the existence of their daughter is enough. Nothing else.

I want to come to arms where bare minimum of me is enough. Outside world is too crazy.