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The Awakening

It was a golden day filled with flying leaves and blue skies, the sun daring to show its face, beaming down as to yell I'm here feel me today lol, she was blanked out, it hurt, all of it the knowing, the realizing, the truthfulness left her stagnated against this awakening. She felt broke somehow like she couldn't stand, like her legs wouldn't receive the messages her mind was telling her or else, she wished she was on a horse flying thru the air, mindless, less tolerant of all this madness, but she was woke, and it was tapping on her brain in a useless way, it was draining her soul, leaving her hollow in its awakening, breathing cool air, gasping for it, marveling in the beauty of the day, She wanted to run in a field of purple flowers and flop right in the middle of it all, She wanted it all to go away, why, leave my oceans alone she said, I want to dive deep inside and play with the dolphins and ride on the backs of a whale, I want to go somewhere else. Somewhere where love lives. Somewhere where love takes over and over and over, where love owns the place, where this awakening of cruelty and evil everywhere cant come, I want to leave this place behind and go where love lives. I need to see my heartbeat, against a different sound, the sound of love everywhere and peace and calm, I want to stay up all night in the jungle and hold a monkey and sing it to sleep, I want children to play anywhere they want, I want safe to come home again, to sleep safe, everyone safe, I need to run to the moon and hug it against my soul, like a long lost love, wake me when this tragedy ends, this awakening, make it go away, speak slowly to it, beg for its forgiveness, make it smile, introduce it to love and send it to where love lives.

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