Everything felt warm. Light. Like I was a feather floating in the breeze. Everything has beauty. How did I not see this before? The sun shines on my skin, warming me to my very core. I can see the sun rising over the mountain and it's beauty elicits joy I never knew possible.
I will never go back to that dark place again.
I am far happier here.
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Midnight Mumbles
Poetrysome are my own,(l.a.) others are not(n.m.)i just have a lot of thoughts.
