August 18, 2015

In between the draft of my story, I veered off path and found myself in a place. There was a ceiling but out of sight. The surroundings were crowded by trees and overgrown bushes so much even the floor was covered with a thick layer of grass and weeds bunched together.

My footprints were the only intrusion. I sucked in the fresh breath and felt it refreshing my senses. The eyes were clearing up and the breath was sweeter in motion.

I ventured on and saw the same blanket of all shades of leaves and mud and wild daisies. The hours ticked by; exploring and I lost myself in the beauty. What I had left behind was equally vivid when compared, yet so different. The colors were brighter and fiery. Starry, frozen and sunny. Mystifying on both.

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