LISTENING TO THE COOL BREEZE BRUSH OVER YOUR BODY AS YOU LAY IN THE FIELD OF FLOWERS AND GRASS. CLOSING YOUR EYES YOU COULD ALMOST IMAGINE THE THE FEELING OF RUNNING YOUR INK COVERED HANDS OVER THE SOFT PETALS, MAYBE STAINING THEIR BEAUTY, BUT YOU DIDN'T CARE. IT WOULD BE LIKE LEAVING A TRAIL ONLY AN ARTIST COULD FOLLOW, THEY WOULD DUCK UNDER TREE BRANCHES AND LEAP OVER RIVERS AND WHEN THEY TOO CLOSED THEIR EYES AND SOAR OVER THE ENCLOSED FIELD PEACE. AND THEN THEY WOULD SNAP OPEN AND THEIR MINDS WOULD RACE, THEIR SKIN PRICKLING TO WRITE DOWN THE GLOWING MEMORIES IN POORLY SPELLED SCRIBBLES THAT ANYONE WHO HAD NEVER BEEN HERE WOULD BE UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND. MAYBE THAT WHAT YOU FOUND THE BEAUTY IN THIS PLACE OF PURITY.
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OR MAYBE THE WONDROUS FEELING THAT WAS FOUND IN THIS FIELD WAS MADE AT DAWN, WHEN THE MOON WAS SLOWLY MELTING AND THE SUN EVER CLIMBING. THE MISTS OF THE MORNING WOULD SWIRL AS THEY PERFORMED TO THEIR OWN CRYPTIC BALLAD. IT WAS HERE, IN THE SUNRISE, IN THIS MORNING SANCTUARY THAT MINDS WERE ALIGHT WITH TWISTING EMBERS THAT WOULD SET FIRE TO THE WORLD, IT WAS HERE THAT THOSE EMBERS WERE FED. IN THIS SECLUDED GARDEN OF QUIET THOUGHTS AND MESSY SCRIBBLES, WAS WHERE A FLOWER FLOURISHED LIKE A FLAME ON A CANDLE. OR WAS IT THE UNFURLING FEELING THAT THE NIGHT BROUGHT TO THE FOREST OF HANGING ILLUSTRATIONS, THE SILENCE DRIFTING IN THE AIR AS YOU BROUGHT YOUR MOONLIT PEN TO THE FILLED CANVAS OF HALF-FORMED IDEAS. THE RUSTLE OF WEEDS AS YOU LOOKED UP TO THE DYING LIGHT AND TOOK IT ALL IN.
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THE TREMBLING SIGH ESCAPING YOUR CHAPPED LIPS AS YOU BREATHED AGAIN INTO THE CALMING PRESENCE OF THE WILDFLOWERS. THERE WAS NO BUSTLING BODIES THAT THE CITY CURSED YOUR EARS WITH, NOR THE SHOUTING MINGLED VOICES THAT CONTAINED NO RHYTHM. THIS WAS THE BEAUTY IN THIS HIDDEN GARDEN OF SIMPLICITY. YOU WERE FREE, YOUR MIND ABLE TO FROLICK IN THE MORNING MISTS, YOUR HANDS ABLE TO BRUSH OVER FRAGILE PETALS, YOUR SMILE ABLE TO CREEP OUT OF ITS HIDING. YOU WERE ALLOWED TO BE YOU. THE CHAINS THAT HELD YOU DOWN, RUSTED AS YOU JOURNEYED THROUGH THE FOREST IN SEARCH OF HONEYED FLOWERS, AND BROKE AS YOU STUMBLED UPON HEAVEN.
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