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THE LAST TIME YOU    

When was the last time you looked at up at the stars in the deepness of the heavenly skies, and thought how much you wish you could fly out, and touch them within the palms of your hands. When was the last time or moment away from the stress of the world. That you felt even more alive like an intricately woven fabric, created and wrap in a blanket of peace and serenity to accept the fact. That it not only alter you but yet it changed you from the inside out, teaching you to appreciate that which in life. Is free to explore as it cost you nothing to step out the doors. When was the last time you deposit into the account of your subconsciousness. The foresight to be able to see the difference between, who you were then and who you use to be too who you are now as you found peace. When was the last time you ever wondered, through your own transcending thoughts and wished. That you were somewhere else alone and yet not be afraid of being, isolated from the world as you are in a world far away untouched by mankind. Far from the drama and stress and confusion and noise, just sitting by a nice warm fire with the vision of the tranquil ocean. And the reflection of the moonlight off into the distance, as the perfect view of nature with a breeze against the texture of your skin gently caressing your face. Awakening your inner senses, connecting you to understand that sometimes. Things happen for a reason to give you the opportunity to rediscover, apart of the outside realms of the world. With its beauty and sound of mother nature, so peaceful and majestic as it is a beautiful site to see and hear and behold. For when we take the opportunity to unlock the door to our mind and leave the world behind. We are taking the chance for exploring new beginnings, that are just seeds planted in the deepness of your subconsciousness of subliminal messages. Telling us that it's alright to wanna step away from the world, and escape to a place to hide from the constant hustle and bustle of life's daily grind.
Stoney223
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SOMETIMES WE HAVE TO CHANGE FROM THE NORM THAT FROM WHICH, WE HAVE BECOME PRISONERS TO AN SYSTEM THAT THEOLOGY, HAS US BECOMING MORE PROGRAM AND CONDITION NOT TO EVEN TAKE TIME FOR THYSELF, FOR...
SOMETIMES WE HAVE TO CHANGE FROM THE NORM THAT FROM WHICH, WE HAVE BECOME PRISONERS TO AN SYSTEM THAT THEOLOGY, HAS US BECOMING MORE PROGRAM AND CONDITION NOT TO EVEN TAKE TIME FOR THYSELF, FOR SOMETIMES ITS NECESSARY FOR THE GROWTH OF OUR OWN SUBCONSCIOUSNESS, AS IT REAWAKEN US TO REMIND US THAT WE ARE STILL ALIVE...AMAS SHAMEL
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