Soft sunlight
Warming our bodies
Cold from the long night
We stand up
Shaking the dew from the morning's melt off of our fur
We leap into the wildflowers
Running along the river,
Flowing at an easy pace.
We are carefree,
You will be, too,
If you let your mind wander to such a faraway place that seems so
Impossible
You can reach this
You can climb to this height of living
Of existence
It just takes effort
Perseverance
Hope
To reach your safe haven.
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return
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