Hello. After viewing my old archives I have decided to do a poetic one for old times' sake.
How I am feeling now:
The light shines into the stillness of the room, its glow emanating heavenly warmth. The light beckons me to move ahead and never look back. Behind, I hear things that keep repeating itself like a musical box. Its heavy scent lingers in the air like a mysterious conundrum.
I utter a self-command to not let my thought linger around it. My feet suddenly feels heavy. I move faster. The solidness has worn out, and I am free again.
