The first whisper of a spring breeze chills the soft pink of my cheeks.
All the blacks and whites of winter's gray
Contrast gracefully with the fresh bright of a clear blue sky.
Calming, sweetly sick nauseous feeling
In my chest,
Like being lifted up and suspended
In between the laws of gravity.
An atmosphere of still consciousness awakes my every sense,
And I am able to feel something more than nothing...
Everything, constantly captivating my mind,
Like the wind biting at my flesh through my shirt.
Seems like I'm sleeping peacefully and I'm
Dreaming I've never felt more alive.
It's exiting until I consider waking up,
And where I'll be when the morning comes.
But with every crisp, innocent February sunrise
I can remember why I began to believe in beauty,
Love and music-
Nothing else could even compare in weight of meaning.
Only these things can exist in my reality-
When I realize this is all happening in "real life"-
whatever that means.
What I never admit is that sometimes a change is nice.
The fear comes from control over yourself and your life, when sometimes you just need to
Do what you feel is right.
And even though there must be something else
Out there that matters,
That is the most important necessity.
*Set yourself free...