Carrying on as if nothing has happened, wanting so much
for life to be a happy melody that can always be listened
to in a calm flow of ocean tides.
Many times, crossing back and forth, traveling through
visions being dreamt in imagination and being spread across
heaven in a mind, like foam from within a cup of hot cocoa
on a cold winter morning.
So intensely soothing, satisfying a need for the sweetness
of life so generously being given right now in an area of
imagination's acquiescence.
A wonder to behold throughout time, delivering self from
the incessant pain of life here on earth.
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