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reset....
one's heart is citrus of varieties 🍊 🍋 🥝 🍇; plenty toxins, yet good in its entirety; an inner child in me still dreaming up a sort of "world of peace"
visualizing the brightest scenes; despite the "barbed wire leaves", that make this limited body bleed 🩸;
each and every vessel that breathes, is a living walking book of diaries; or like a gather of crumbled up notes pushed to the side unseen....
sunshine, oceans, comfortability, camaraderie; seems to be only dreamt in dreams or more or less across the seas....
pleasantries, that never cease; throwing away "his-story" in exchange for utter peace in an "elevated" society....
throwing away the concept of a "time machine"....no more dying to live within the sunny sky's slightest breeze, ocean, and fruitful trees ....
no more pain....truly free.... but it sounds like one big fantasy.... it shouldn't have to be.
one could dream ....perhaps in an "afterlife reality"
Published 4th Aug 2021
Author's Note
if a news reported a meteor were to hit in a month; how much would change in a day?(a swing at trying to imagine the "best" instead of the worst....)
tend to feel "negative". had to force this one
tend to feel "negative". had to force this one
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