Emerald green eyes. Those as vivid as the lush green jungles of theAmazon rainforest. Brunette hair strung with highlights; illustrating theautumn leaves in late before daylight savings. A soft smile. Not overjoyed.Satisfied and welcoming and grateful for the moment. Everything is faded exceptthe persona that encompasses those features. The air around me is cold, yet I'munfazed. For wha – no who is in front of me embodies the nostalgicwarmth of a campfire under a dark starry night.
I am endless, living in the memories of those I was honored to bond with. Iam wine, I become better over time. I am me. To know me is the experience of atimeless adventure.
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A Weather of Memoirs
PuisiWhenever life has me feeling at my best, my worst, or anything in between. An outlet is needed to let those emotions and thoughts express themselves; to take on an entity of its own.
