Why is it so much easier to write soulful phrases when you're feeling blue? I can't seem to write a single line of tangled words.
Today is a day that makes the heavens celebrate and the sky cry with blessing. The air is cold and each measure of it I breathe in seems to drain my energy. I feel alive no more. My body aches with every muscle I try to move. The blistering wind blowing on my face woke me up and reminded me of the present. But with this wonderful feeling of peace, I chose to ignore the present and enter the dreaming realm once again...
(in short im sick, i woke up late, and the electric fan's blowing its wind at me.)
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