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thick. His thoughts were dense, he couldn't get through them. Like wading in mud. Trudging through an ocean. He couldn't find a path, his mind was dense like a forest. Ideas swirling... analyzing nothing yet everything.
Pressed for time. Press the button. That was easy. Press it against a wall. Press the petal. Push it to the floor. Press-ure. She was pressed in the middle of the elevator. Press exit.
He crouched down, panting. It was coming. The green bush concealed him, hiding he from what was lurking ahead. The air was cold. He wanted to go to sleep but he couldn't... so he crouched, and waited for the end.
Celebrate. Embrace. Rejoice. Sing praise. Have fun, be happy. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Good days. Surviving the bad ones. Loving the warm summer sun, celebrating on a patio with a cold beer. Happiness. New babies. Little puppies. Engagements. Milestones. Being alive. Feeling alive. Driving on the highway with the wind in your hair. Getting a promotion. Isn't there a million reasons - or needing no reason at all - just to celebrate??
Celebrate. Embrace. Rejoice. Sing praise. Have fun, be happy. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Good days. Surviving the bad ones. Loving the warm summer sun, celebrating on a patio with a cold beer. Happiness. New babies. Little puppies. Engagements. Milestones.