The First BreathThe first breath was hard to breathe.The First Breath
The ice cold air was painfully locking all my muscles to the point of severe cramping. Letting the wind penetrate through my jacket was far in the back of my head and definitely not my number one priority.
The crunching of the neutral flaky leaves and crispy blades of grass laden with dew was the sign of a new morning, and perhaps a new life. Gently falling rain tapped my head and its reality showed me the grey toned sky for what is was.
What a concept of God’s great fish bowl with its side tipping over, time after time, pouring more water, more fish out
EmotionsEmotions I can't explain, Fears I can't restrain. Hope that lasts until the morrow, Takes control over all the sorrow. Nothing compares to the sight of you, Love, mystery, and all that's true. Emotions run wild like a bucking bronco, But yet gentle they are calmed like a fearless doe. Sun rays gleam with your beautiful smile, Makes me think my living's worth while. Trying to comprehend, Words and feelings I don't understand. Having that warm place to walk into, Seeing my heart fade with you. My soul and yours connect without reason, Almost like a breezyEmotions
The BlessingShe covers her heart and hides her soul, making no attempt to unmask her true tone. Everyone sees her for her virtuosity and her wit. But deep inside she cries for her real self to be known. Of course she has friends and many of them loyal and sound. They love her as she is and even more. She wears a smiling face especially when they’re around.The Blessing
Beneath those cheery cheeks and humorous state of mind, she finds herself distressed. Fearing how others might think of her and her condition,
She always acts her utmost best.
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PiecesBit by bit are the pieces taken from her.Pieces
She wants love. She wants true love. Love.
She tries to relax, yet her precious thoughts cannot keep up with her. What a pity this shall be if it happens. Her blessings are unique and majestic.
She wonders if she is true, real. Real.
The days seem to be her deepest fear in spite of her lovely travels. Time will tell, but what her future holds for her is very painfully unclear.
Should she risk it? Will there be love? Love?
She sits still in a corner to conspire. But no. No answer. Should she look up? Y
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"It's a rainbow of asses."
"That's my least favorite type of rainbow."
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"It's a rainbow of asses."
"That's my least favorite type of rainbow."
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"It's a rainbow of asses."
"That's my least favorite type of rainbow."
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The true value of art lies in the emotional effect created.
I, am, also, known, as, neom.
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