Kaylee Vent
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Stories (2/0)
Vaccinated
I’ve been staring so long that spots cloud my vision. I blink my eyes, more out of habit than any actual desire to see though. As my vision clears, I notice the afternoon rays bouncing off of broken mirrors in the rusted carousel across from me. On top there is an old flagpole with a pathetic excuse of a flag. I’m sure it was once vibrant and colorful, like everything else in the old world. Now it is greyish in color, and frayed down to strips. An echo really. It is pretty windy today and the flag’s resulting dance is chaotic. I don’t fail to make the connection with my own fraying mind.
By Kaylee Vent3 years ago in Fiction
Follow Your Bliss
I close my eyes and just breathe. The air never tastes clean in Las Vegas, most of the city smells like a mixture of piss and melting asphalt. In these early mornings, though, the air almost feels cleaner. Before the relentless sun bakes everything and you can feel the pollution as a layer of grime on your skin. I let the noise of the city fade, focusing my awareness into my body. The sun warms my skin. A light breeze caresses me. Dancing across my face, weaving through my eyelashes in playful wonder. I anchor into this peaceful moment. To the sensations. To the emotions. To the elements. I let them all flow through me, become me. I absorb their ecstatic joy, let it fill me. I am one with everything. Just one single thread in an endless tapestry. I can feel the heartbeat of the Earth herself, beating in tandem with mine. Whispering to me.
By Kaylee Vent3 years ago in Motivation