Releasing

Awakening. I’m awakening. Opening my mind up to the world. Releasing my pain.

Balloon. It floats. Pop in the silent atmosphere. Streaming.

Plastic. My pain is plastic now. Little streamers of plastic. Nothing. Particles in the grand magnificence of the universe.

Love. My heart beats. Every moment, precious. Every moment sacred.

A Smile.

Comments

  1. The UnknowngnomeJanuary 13, 2012 at 10:01 PM

    "My pain is plastic now" - very choice words and thought!

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  2. Carrie Van HornJanuary 14, 2012 at 4:52 AM

    Every moment is sacret indeed....this is beautiful!

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