The world warms me as it welcomes me this morning, even as the frost forms from my exhaled breath as I glide to my familiar seat on the outside patio.

The radiance in my smile electrifies the frigid air that envelopes me; the hum of civilization buzzes fresh and distinct, engines purring, songbirds squawking, the frazzled housewife in her familiar herding of offspring even finds a fondness in my heart.

Tonight we will meet again, and you will brave me into another tomorrow then, and there is nothing I can't win, and I promise you this, I won't diss this bliss.

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Happiness

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snowprince in Stream of Consciousness

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Happiness

Oranges and reds fill the air like a jar of jelly beans

A brisk breeze brushes my skin

The wind a brush in a painter's hand

Laughter weaves around me

Children come and go from school

And here I am still listening to my favorite band

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Happiness

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icegraymelody in Stream of Consciousness

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Where

It is calming, looking at the bamboo swaying along with the wind, sound of nothing but the nature speaking to the soul, overshadowing the tension gnawing at the back of head. Here, under the gray sky, despite of the storm brewing ahead, there is a sense of ease and completeness in being with no one but myself. Let the hidden world be my company.

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Happiness

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olivialeehart in Stream of Consciousness

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Buzzer

The golden yellows of sunflowers, the crisp reds of peonies, none can be ignored by this little one. Coasting from one to the other as if on a breeze blowing just for it.

Bathing in orange powder at every stop. Occasionally a quick snooze under a stamen, but only for a moment. Then up and out! On to the whites of daisies and the oranges of dahlias. Disappearing into a distant meadow.

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Happiness

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Stranger_AT in Stream of Consciousness

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Blithe

When stampeding with everyone toward triumph, taking a moment in between to find quiescence blithely.

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Happiness

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Zelenesenki in Stream of Consciousness

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Pneumatic Engineer

Your flawed beauty blossomed from my periphery, and all I could articulate is- "Hold my hand." Our fingers now linking like bridges to my next decade, cheek-rivers flowing between two worlds apart, lips like roses stuck sloppily upon each other. I was then mindless and breathless, this Pneumatic Engineer investigating my lips with a tool called 'Tongue', to practice his profession on these air compressor machines that used to be my Lungs. And he'll listen to that wet friction as I form a smile.

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Happiness

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IcarusLaughed in Stream of Consciousness

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That sound

There's something about it. That sound, that medley of word and tune. All of a sudden, my fingers tap, my blood rushes and my body begs to be allowed to dance. Within me, some skilled weaver of movement gives spirited twists and turns and sways in utter awe as they are taken over. I sit as still as I can if I am surrounded but when alone, safe, you will never see a freer being. It holds me tight, embraces me with its familiarity, with its passion, with its beauty and lets me know once again that it will be okay. There's nothing more I've wanted, and forever will I be grateful to the gods who allow such divinity to be expressed by the mortals too. Even they, in their ivory towers, can't help but nod along in resignation. Too much power is given to the creators of this art, a blessed gift to help so many breathe anew.