2 years ago
WyattHaste
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blinding light
I drink rotten fruit and smoke forbidden plants. I roam thick forests in my free time more often than any other time. I try to keep myself full of free time. Time to go with the flow of life. To go where the world wills. Through the trees and hills, out of the buildings and halls, cars and alleyways I stay under canopies of green. Illuminated by a giant ball of light, heat and blinding light. The wind can carry the soul miles from the body it inhabits. Memories are national parks set in certain places in your mind, so comforting to fall back to. So much that it is sometimes painful.
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I really like the last idea you share here; that memories, as comfortable as they are, can be incredibly painful, too.