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This is Spring

The subtle yet still noticeable changes in temperature provide nothing but only the feeling of bliss and tranquility. Watching the sun rise and fall everyday, drinking peach ice tea and climbing to the greatest heights with friends. Smoking flavored cigarettes as we contemplate the sunset together. The air is thin, but we can breathe just fine. When darkness falls we can still feel the warmth of the spring sun in our bodies waiting anxiously for the transition to summer. Waiting for more memories to come, as we sip our peach flavored ice tea.

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Recovery

She was flying in a world of illusion. The sky, her drinking and self-sabotage, suddenly revealed its true nature – a place of creativity and songs. A song shoots down at her like lightning and causes her wings of perdition to catch fire and deteriorate, sending her swirling down, back to earth. On the ground, she is wounded and at a loss, but the song that struck her while she flew up high, has planted a seed of fortune in her. If anything, the thunder caused her to awaken from a state of anxiety and romantic warfare, showing her way back to her true nature – one of art and expression.

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A Head Full of Dreams

Losing happiness, hearing a drumming noise, and merging into chaos. Drowning in the cavernous waters of melancholy. Desolation eats the very core of any merriment in this life.Trying; trying so hard to come back from the deadly storm, through self-destructive behavior. How ironic. With so much time that has passed me by, finally I have found the peace I desire.The indignation once felt before had receded into nothing but a lonesome memory. Peace has been found through hope. And now the mind is ultimately at rest. A new era of chasing new fantasies day by day has come at last.

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In a World of Color

Life is like a canvas filled with color. Sometime we drop the wrong color onto it, but as a whole, it remains beautiful.

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Nostalgia

Listen to your favorite music. Feel it pulsate deep within your tainted soul in between special moments in your life. When you’re high and wild and running from one paradise to the next. It’s all a daze, smells like summertime and shorts, popsicles, sun setting on the glass windows of the city's skyline, you look up to an indigo enigma and look down to the smoke of a bud silking its’ way into your face. Like the perfect summertime day and it never ends because you have the spirit of the sun in you even at 3 am stumbling around with your friends.