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That Feeling of Vizbulation

A spark of indescribable joy

By Rasma RaistersPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
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She sat looking through her old photos, a treasure trove of memories before her. Playing the songs they once enjoyed together, her mood was on a downswing and her feet just wanted to stray down Memory Lane. Suddenly seemingly from nowhere, vizbulation took over and it seemed the rock that had been sitting in her chest rolled off. Her ever-faithful heart had kept beating but now it leapt with joy. She just knew that as of today everything would be all right again. She looked at the photo of Tom in her hand. There he was smiling and waving like always and she knew that when her life’s journey ended he would be there to greet her looking just like in that photo. Till then she had a life to live. She had been given the chance to do the things she needed to do and the things that she enjoyed doing. Looking out the window for the first time in a long time the sun looked good again and the trees resplendent in their gowns of green with leaves waving in the breeze. A particularly special song began to play and she sat back with a big smile basking in the glow of vizbulation, for now, that was all that mattered.

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About the Creator

Rasma Raisters

My passions are writing and creating poetry. I write for several sites online and have four themed blogs on Wordpress. Please follow me on Twitter.

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