State of Mind

December 25, 2009
Quite little meadow.
Dark outside, dark gray clouds.
No rain. Just an average wind.
Temperature in the seventies.
Cool wind whipping through your nostrils.
Sense heightened. Inner being relazed.
Time to think. Ponder upon unaverage thoughts.
Sink into deeper meaning.
Realize the words that surround your heart, your soul-feeling with intense power.
Adrenaline singing in your veins.
Determination and stubborness feeling for a pulse.
Roses growing, instantly falling limp.
Look around. You're not a wilted flower.
Beautiful. Strong. Surviving.





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