I open my eyes and I am in one of the places I hold most dear. It is fall and the leaves are a bright orange, and the smell of burning wood wafts up from chimneys near by. The water is crystal clear both in the lake before me, and the river flowing slowly on my right. The sounds of water rushing over small pebbles and the calling of owls soothes me. The moon now directly overhead smiles down upon the still water of the lake, making a perfect copy of itself to illuminate the darkened forest. I alone sit upon a fallen log just taking in all of this serene nirvana. Although I feel a longing, all this is beautiful... Yet something is missing.. I know it, and long for it. This perfect place is great to hold, but sharing it with someone would only make it better.
The colors here have become muted so that everything looks pale and half-starved. The faces of those around me are spread thin and they laugh as though imitating something they once observed. So I close my eyes and wish with all my heart to be someplace that breathes
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