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I am restless, or else it is pent up agression? Whatever it is, it almost feels good. It is like that feeling you get when you are just about to explode...not angry...just full, tingly, expectant...like the last phrase right before the creschendo.
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Once upon a time, she was alone, really alone. She went outside and stood, alone. Looking around, she saw things she had never seen before, things that had always been there, but she had been too busy to look at. She felt like the word shatter, a million tiny peices whizzing around the sun. Going in circles, yes, she was going in circles. She outstreatched her ams and turned her face to the starry sky, snow falling, blinding her with crystaline perfection. She opened her mouth, expecting sound. Nothing. Spinning, a million little pieces spinning, a broken prisim reflecting a broken spectrum. And she is laughing without knowing why. Her laughs fill the icy air as she falls backwards into the powdery white. Laying there, catching her breath and snowflakes on her eyelashes, she is comforted in the thought that if the world stopped rotating, we would all be thrown off of it. She makes a snow angel, gets up, dusts off her pants and trudges back towards the house. A quick glance back confirms that the snow is already filling in her lone angel. She will be gone by morning.
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It's bittersweet and strange how something can make you so happy and so sad all in the same breath. Keep breathing...
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Once upon a time, she was alone, really alone. She went outside and stood, alone. Looking around, she saw things she had never seen before, things that had always been there, but she had been too busy to look at. She felt like the word shatter, a million tiny peices whizzing around the sun. Going in circles, yes, she was going in circles. She outstreatched her ams and turned her face to the starry sky, snow falling, blinding her with crystaline perfection. She opened her mouth, expecting sound. Nothing. Spinning, a million little pieces spinning, a broken prisim reflecting a broken spectrum. And she is laughing without knowing why. Her laughs fill the icy air as she falls backwards into the powdery white. Laying there, catching her breath and snowflakes on her eyelashes, she is comforted in the thought that if the world stopped rotating, we would all be thrown off of it. She makes a snow angel, gets up, dusts off her pants and trudges back towards the house. A quick glance back confirms that the snow is already filling in her lone angel. She will be gone by morning.
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It's bittersweet and strange how something can make you so happy and so sad all in the same breath. Keep breathing...