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If a picture paints a thousand words. Then why are none of mine heard. My drawing isn't perfect. Both most certainly worth it. I draw rainbows and sunsets. When I'm not upset.
I flew gracefully through clouds; diving, tumbling in the cold air. My breath visible, a icy white mist. I was at peace. The moisture in the air clinging to my clothes.
Exhaustion is a place I visit a lot. Its not on any map. But all roads lead there. It's a place where I discover tears, emotions torn to shreds. Sensitive to the slightest word or touch.
This is where I get away from all the stresses of life. Where everything that can go right does so. Where you could be walking in a sunny, lush, green vineyard. Surrounded with grapes that are ripe.
I can't be cheerful today because my mood has somewhat dimmed since my last post. Funny isn't it. Not.
There is a place where you can rise, on the summit of a mountain high Breathing in the cold crisp air, searching out the hazy horizon Seeking for yourself, seeking for your soul...
I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be.