Apple seeds, next to the river, above the canyon, adjacent to the main boulevard.. Beneath the maple tree..quivering…find it, under the roots..
It’s there, serenity everywhere..
As she sits by the sea feeling the breeze and watching the trees live freely, she, herself, feels free. free at the beach, feet in water, thru the stream, she tries to reach out for the sun.. the part of the sun that causes her to close her little brown eyes when she looks up… because the truth lies, right above.. above and under, right underneath her nose..
Feeling the breeze brush through her hair and tickle her skin, she wins…
She’s won the miraculously apathy she actually seeks to cringe.. and all she can sit here and say is.. wow. Wow for so many things… to begin with….
Its November, November of two thousand and ten and when.. exactly, did we get here? Why did it arrive so fast, yet, at last…..its an Eternity of serenity..guilty, of happiness… surrounding her.. and her family.. although they’re not aware of all the hairs lifted from her skin, cause she’s got these goose bumps ticklin… ticklin her, and her conscious…. Her consciousness repents and sends out telepathic repetitious subtle subliminal messages.. hoping that these are just phases.. phases one goes through…cause of “the age” struggling life of a college student trying to strive and survive at the same time. cause from within, she’s content and filled with attributions she has for this earth, this world, this peaceful home… peace comes from within and it comes naturally never forcefully. This place though, its sorta whack and lacks individuality and originality…not to mention visionaries with contributions… we as humans need to be vivid and make a change for this sanctuary, cause this…is insanity…. Let’s take it back in the days when loving was golden, commitment existed and life wasn’t rotten and corrupted…This rotten apple she bit is fit to be thrown out, on the ground…trampled on and squashed, and devoured from this round….. cause this, this round is mine.. and its time to intertwine her thoughts she’s fought to believe and will achieve the glee, she’s entitled to flee. Its November..Wednesday, and today like every other night and day, im high.. really, really freakin’ high..It’s almost as if she can’t really pinpoint what part of the globe is exactly spinning.
It’s there, serenity everywhere..
As she sits by the sea feeling the breeze and watching the trees live freely, she, herself, feels free. free at the beach, feet in water, thru the stream, she tries to reach out for the sun.. the part of the sun that causes her to close her little brown eyes when she looks up… because the truth lies, right above.. above and under, right underneath her nose..
Feeling the breeze brush through her hair and tickle her skin, she wins…
She’s won the miraculously apathy she actually seeks to cringe.. and all she can sit here and say is.. wow. Wow for so many things… to begin with….
Its November, November of two thousand and ten and when.. exactly, did we get here? Why did it arrive so fast, yet, at last…..its an Eternity of serenity..guilty, of happiness… surrounding her.. and her family.. although they’re not aware of all the hairs lifted from her skin, cause she’s got these goose bumps ticklin… ticklin her, and her conscious…. Her consciousness repents and sends out telepathic repetitious subtle subliminal messages.. hoping that these are just phases.. phases one goes through…cause of “the age” struggling life of a college student trying to strive and survive at the same time. cause from within, she’s content and filled with attributions she has for this earth, this world, this peaceful home… peace comes from within and it comes naturally never forcefully. This place though, its sorta whack and lacks individuality and originality…not to mention visionaries with contributions… we as humans need to be vivid and make a change for this sanctuary, cause this…is insanity…. Let’s take it back in the days when loving was golden, commitment existed and life wasn’t rotten and corrupted…This rotten apple she bit is fit to be thrown out, on the ground…trampled on and squashed, and devoured from this round….. cause this, this round is mine.. and its time to intertwine her thoughts she’s fought to believe and will achieve the glee, she’s entitled to flee. Its November..Wednesday, and today like every other night and day, im high.. really, really freakin’ high..It’s almost as if she can’t really pinpoint what part of the globe is exactly spinning.
I’ve got so much shit to do, many accomplishments to fulfill, and oh so many people to make proud, including myself….
Units of energy.. joules or ergs.. vigorous activity, unity, captivity, anything interesting reels us back in to reality…right there, where these mortals lie in wait, lie in ambush, behave in sneaky and secretive manners rather than…. calling on their higher upper power for guidance…and speaking truth.
Sailing alone in her comfort zone, fogged memories begin circulating her cranium.. thoughts scattered all over, so she maneuvers herself, inhaling and exhaling; breathing techniques really are helping…. I believe i may have been a hippie in my past life and at the end of my living years, I’ll disappear, then reappear…in the shape and form and color of a deer…. running freely through the forest, eating through the harvest … saplings, grass, bushes, plants… digesting it all in…roaming through the woodland, swamps, mountains and open land…no hunters involved in this plan.
be… eternal
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