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| xxxxxxxxxx (profile) wrote, on 8-27-2010 at 9:41pm | |
| It smells like a freshness I've never been able to grip since the day it all ended. The clouds were billows of smoke, in any shape I could think of. It was periwinkle blue. Everything was blue, and green.. and bright. Like bright white hospital lights that weren't intimidating. I squinted a lot, I remember, as I dipped my toes in the serene water. I felt the fish nibble a bit, and it always made me jolt and go back for more. I wandered behind the pond, and glided my fingertips along the petals of a hundred roses. The deep, abundant purple flowers of the Azalea bush caught my attention each time. I floated on thoughts, and spoke imagination. I wished for nothing. I wanted nothing, for I had it all. The grass never smelled uncut. The sun always shined through the trees, onto the grapevine trellis where I would hide secret treasures. It felt warm, like I was wanted, like a true home's caress. No matter the season change, I remained invited. The aura called my name, and I never missed a step. Beauty at its most vulnerable. Unforeseen by most, witnessed by few. A real-life Fairy-tale. |
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