Get high in nature
Witness the euphoric sight of a dirt path winding through miles of trees waving their hellos
The rage of the crashing falls transforming into the calm trickling of water over a cascade of rocks
Feel warm kiss of sunlight caressing my skin evaporating every molecule of sweat off my brow
The fresh dewy smell of the air carried by the light breeze ducking in and out of the hills blowing my hair into a mess
The combination of it all overwhelming my senses with a perfectly orchestrated effort to render me thoughtless
Get high in nature
Because this is the best place for your mind to get stuck
Sitting it the sun
Listening to the waterfall
Feeing the breeze
Stuck in time
About the Creator
Alice Gru
I was mistaken for a porcelain doll when I was younger. That porcelain is now broken and expressed through poetry.
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
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