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pearl shaped moon, triumphantly swollen, floating in a cobalt sky. a single shooting star arcing over my windshield. charcoal shades of clouds rushing past on the March gales. the moonlight glowing on my wrist as i held my hand out the window to feel the world slide through my fingers at 65 mph.
i don't want a life less aware. i don't want to be reborn in a mind that cannot sink into these moments, or is incapable of recognizing their prevalence every day. all these single slides of my day deadened, or even less vibrant.
i want this always. to be forever aware and feeling the freedom in the passage of time and seasons; moments of overhwhelming substance and mystery.
i don't want a life less aware. i don't want to be reborn in a mind that cannot sink into these moments, or is incapable of recognizing their prevalence every day. all these single slides of my day deadened, or even less vibrant.
i want this always. to be forever aware and feeling the freedom in the passage of time and seasons; moments of overhwhelming substance and mystery.