I suckle onto the warm breeze and long to weave through the passing clouds.
Joy fills the spaces between my teeth,sun dried and tangy as a tomato.
Invisible Guitar chords are being strummed around the general theme of things.
Time seemed so frugal,it could be tread upon on tiptoes,
Spanning the entire eternity the room held till my soles would sore.
Life seemed to tilt gently,it's tangents and gradients poised towards me,
Close enough to feel the shape of my face.
Lazy thoughts and unspoken ideas lay spaced out,soaking up on sunshine.
This is as good as it gets,I suppose.But oh! The Human Mind.Hope ceases to dwindle away,
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