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It seems to me that this place has become my new home, an escape from reality. I've become fond of the environment. The colors that reflect on the spring river, ebbing and flowing across the plains that predominate my landscape. I sit on the grass waiting for inspiration, solace, depression and elation to carry me to my next venue. This is how I get from place to another; there are no roads, cars, pavements nor tall skyscrapers, just endless fields, filled with my emotions and my moods. Right now, I am happy. The skies are bright azure with fluffy white cirrus clouds, the trees are swaying with the tempo of the wind and I feel that I am being carried away even though my feet firmly planted on the soft viridian grass. I get goosebumps, a shiver runs down my spine and I surrender to the mistral of joy and happiness that now takes me above cumulonimbus.
A tempest grows in the distance and I am heading for dark clouds laced with regret and lugubriousness. Its as if one emotion has immediately shifted into another. I want to go back but I can't because either I am really high in the sky or too deep in my own muse. I face these dark clouds and I plunge through the storm head on. Imprinted on the clouds are the faces of people I've hated, people I've made fun of and people I had feelings for. They are now the signatures of my despair. The rain is hitting me with verve and I am struggling to wipe it off my face while I desperately parry my grief. Why fight it? I've always heard that the best way to get out is by going up, towards the heavens. And there, I went.
Now, all around me are the galaxies of luminous bodies that tends towards infinity. Has Moira led me here? The universe is massive and that itself is an understatement. Only when I am in this state of being am I able to grasp the magnificence of space and the worlds beyond. Only when I am in this state do I contemplate the wonders of nature and how we mistreat it. Only when I am in this state do I find sleep. *Click* *Thud*
My headphones have come off and my playlist is over.
Its tea time. I could well go for some biscuits right about now.
It seems to me that this place has become my new home, an escape from reality. I've become fond of the environment. The colors that reflect on the spring river, ebbing and flowing across the plains that predominate my landscape. I sit on the grass waiting for inspiration, solace, depression and elation to carry me to my next venue. This is how I get from place to another; there are no roads, cars, pavements nor tall skyscrapers, just endless fields, filled with my emotions and my moods. Right now, I am happy. The skies are bright azure with fluffy white cirrus clouds, the trees are swaying with the tempo of the wind and I feel that I am being carried away even though my feet firmly planted on the soft viridian grass. I get goosebumps, a shiver runs down my spine and I surrender to the mistral of joy and happiness that now takes me above cumulonimbus.
A tempest grows in the distance and I am heading for dark clouds laced with regret and lugubriousness. Its as if one emotion has immediately shifted into another. I want to go back but I can't because either I am really high in the sky or too deep in my own muse. I face these dark clouds and I plunge through the storm head on. Imprinted on the clouds are the faces of people I've hated, people I've made fun of and people I had feelings for. They are now the signatures of my despair. The rain is hitting me with verve and I am struggling to wipe it off my face while I desperately parry my grief. Why fight it? I've always heard that the best way to get out is by going up, towards the heavens. And there, I went.
Now, all around me are the galaxies of luminous bodies that tends towards infinity. Has Moira led me here? The universe is massive and that itself is an understatement. Only when I am in this state of being am I able to grasp the magnificence of space and the worlds beyond. Only when I am in this state do I contemplate the wonders of nature and how we mistreat it. Only when I am in this state do I find sleep. *Click* *Thud*
My headphones have come off and my playlist is over.
Its tea time. I could well go for some biscuits right about now.
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ReplyDeleteI totally missed your march posts :) Anyway, still a warm welcome to the blgosphere... Inspire and blog on!!! :D
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