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Remembering
I remember light streaming through the window...
Me - staring at this very same screen.
Staring into the very same nothingness as before
Exept before, I was staring for a reason...
Now, I stare to pass the time away.
I remember the sandy pepples crunching and popping beneath my shoes...
Sun - spreading out its warmth all around me
Walking down that cracked and dusty road
Accepting death...
Embracing the barren landscape.
I remember the whispering wind brushing past me...
Grass - shifting as if uneasy from side to side
Closing my eyes and taking it all in
Releasing tension...
Letting the breeze take away from my mind.
Nice. Really nice. I enjoyed.
Nice. Really nice. I enjoyed.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "