The Creative Chimera
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Home Is A Endless Sky
Home is an endless sky Waves of cotton drift gently through a sea of blue Rainbow tapestries of fading light give way to amber moons
Déjà Vu All Over Again!
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There is not a thin line between love and hate but a fortress Glistening green walls envelope our hearts hardened, jaded, but oh so delicate
The sun was fading to a soft peach glow when I awoke in a daze under the old pear tree. Golden fields of Marigolds stretched to the horizon, glowing softly in the magic light of golden hour. When had I come all the way to Grandma's place? I couldn't have walked ten miles without knowing it, could I? The heatwaves have been known to play tricks on people, I suppose.
Five more minutes
A gentle breeze waltzes through the tattered walls of my fortress, swirling cool night air amidst a blanket of humidity. Specks of dust swirl through the moonlight in shimmering rivers, dancing among waves of fresh evening air. Glorious notes of rose and lavender drift in from mother's garden. For just a moment, the world feels at peace.
“Testing, testing, how do I know when this thing is recording? Damnit, I was never any good with fancy tech.” I peer inside the hollo-locket Grandpa gave me on our last day together. He had squirrelled it away as we scavenged through an old tech store for usable parts. It was meant to be a gift for my 18th birthday.
It's difficult to hold on to a dream. Throughout my years many-a-dream have come and gone, lost to the complex hurdles of life. Even the best-laid plans fall to ruin under fate's withering stare.
They Told Me Small Town Were Peaceful
They told me small towns were peaceful. It was understood that we country bumpkins should be neighbourly and welcoming. They never warned me of the darkness lurking down dusty back roads.