timidtailor
I breathe and each breath lingers, it pauses and stretches within the air. I watch as it travels touching upon all things tangible and intangible, becoming an eternal fixture upon the earth.
A sweet addiction I've yet to taste on this November morning, I listen as it spreads among this faceless crowd. Is it the creation of happy moments or the result of endless despair?
Take into account the sweet sound of water as it strikes against your skin, the earth and the wind. Hold a place in your hand and catch the sensation of being nothing more than a drop filled with hope and promise. Learn from the dangers it can posses; rocky waves and slippery shores, coastal wanes and rocky boards.
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