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Blue Dream
A warm day.
Sunny.
A few clouds.
A subtle breeze.
All barely noticable.
Until two hits.
I get in tune with my Mother Nature.
To better understand the day.
Two hits and everything is clear.
Slowed down.
Beautiful.
It is all brought into perspective by two hits.
A Blue Dream.
Lovely.
I feel nature stiring.
I can hear the voices of the different creatures.
Feel the life flowing around me.
The sunlight feels like a warm carress against my skin.
The wind feels playful, and tugs at my hair, loosening it.
The clouds continue to move at a lazy pace.
I feel like I can finaly breathe.
Let go of my pain.
Ease my mind.
I feel like I can think.
Concentrate better.
Confidence is restored.
Another hit.
And life has meaning.
No longer dreading my day.
Looking at the glass half full.
I take my time getting ready.
Then I am off.
At the beach.
It feels so serene.
Peaceful.
The roar of the ocean a lullaby.
Then, the strangest thing.
A caterpillar crawling in the sand.
He too must be enjoying the heat.
He reminds me of life.
How we morph into something beautiful in time.
And it always takes time.
Another hit.
Does it take time?
I will make my life now.
Beautiful.
Yes, that is what I will do today.
I'm walking home, and see three friends.
They are also in tune today.
Together we will make this day glorious.
Go on an adventure.
It is a perfect day after all.
Amplified by four hits.
Sunny.
A few clouds.
A subtle breeze.
All barely noticable.
Until two hits.
I get in tune with my Mother Nature.
To better understand the day.
Two hits and everything is clear.
Slowed down.
Beautiful.
It is all brought into perspective by two hits.
A Blue Dream.
Lovely.
I feel nature stiring.
I can hear the voices of the different creatures.
Feel the life flowing around me.
The sunlight feels like a warm carress against my skin.
The wind feels playful, and tugs at my hair, loosening it.
The clouds continue to move at a lazy pace.
I feel like I can finaly breathe.
Let go of my pain.
Ease my mind.
I feel like I can think.
Concentrate better.
Confidence is restored.
Another hit.
And life has meaning.
No longer dreading my day.
Looking at the glass half full.
I take my time getting ready.
Then I am off.
At the beach.
It feels so serene.
Peaceful.
The roar of the ocean a lullaby.
Then, the strangest thing.
A caterpillar crawling in the sand.
He too must be enjoying the heat.
He reminds me of life.
How we morph into something beautiful in time.
And it always takes time.
Another hit.
Does it take time?
I will make my life now.
Beautiful.
Yes, that is what I will do today.
I'm walking home, and see three friends.
They are also in tune today.
Together we will make this day glorious.
Go on an adventure.
It is a perfect day after all.
Amplified by four hits.
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