A walk through the gloom and gray tends to give time for the sealing of thoughts and perception of the new. Sensitivity heightens and our surroundings, we become aware. Walk, walk--a brand new story is born, but often lies unrecorded, lacking paper.
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Mental processes: Walking to library.
Forgot hat, but decides not to go back.
Snow begins to fall lightly. Ear phones snug in ear.
Volume up, cars begin to hum.
Gust of wind, sparkles fly daintly through the air.
Stare at the houses. Magnetic glares, still time; axis.
Only the thin sheets of white tissue paper slide by.
Step 1, Step 2, Step 3. A large crack. Beneath the surface, what is seen?
Not solid nor soil, but a deep darkness; no ground.
Wonder to what degree is our stability?
Where the sidewalk ends...
It's like a photographic, artistic film.
Music beams.
Expression shows.
Noises blend into nothing.
It's beauty.
Fragments sewn together,
Another nice day.
-lilxerica
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