Waking up.
Smell of grass clippings coming from my open window.
Natural light hitting the caramel colored walls.
A smile on my face.
Freedom.
No worries on my mind.
Haven’t felt this in years.
Calming sensation.
A drug better than heroin.
The high of self-love.
Nothing can replace that.
No one.
Feeling of blood running through my veins.
Calmness flowing in my surroundings.
And not from you.
Never from you.
My mind can be free.
Free mind.
Clear mind.
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Author:
killer._bee (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2019 22:39
- Category: Reflection
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A clear mind is indeed a free one.
May your clear mind remain with you as you go into the wonders that life has for you.
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