Waking up
I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, and become them one by one. The fact that I don't know exactly where I am seems somehow to be irrelevant, and as I watch the rain through the crying glass of the window pain, I am amazed, dazzled by the things I see seduced by them... saddened that they seem to be escaping... Sign in to see full entry.