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Hot water deeper than the length of my hand. Three false candles illuminate the darkness. Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
I lay in a room, feeling nothing. The dim light of the moon shines threw the window,  I lay there in silence. Where did my worries go? I wonder to myself. Life is empty, though meaningful.   
Sand at my feet, pocket full of brocken shells, each wave a rythm to a different beat; This is what life could be. The sand the wave the sea. How far is my reach, from here on the beach?
Each moment goes on With no encouragement to begin or end. Life goes about its business taken no Time to ask for your assistance. Take a Breathe….. The sunset and the moon will rise
Ever quiet Ever still Green and gold Speckled with white   A soft humming grows Whizzes by Fades   Leaping and laughing the trees begin to dance
Summer sun rises, Bobbing above the water. It fizzes and turns, letting the most beautiful shades of lemon and tangerine engulf its surroundings. I bask in its citrus sent.
I felt something I haven’t felt, in a long time. The feeling so, powerful, so indescribable. Does music just seem, unremarkable?
It's easy to get wrapped up in the fog in your head, In the stress looming, threatening to overtake you like sharp-toothed shadows It's important... It's important to exhale To inhale
I've had a long day, full of three quizzes and a test, I want to get home, take a break and rest. Maybe ignore the homework for an hour, please? I get to the kitchen, turning the oven to 400 degrees,
A spiral of roots       calms a             tortured soul—    one whose mind is clouded with              worry
 Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul.  A
Be the one well traveled, hold truth higher than your comfortand your faith will set you free. 
It doesn’t matter if you have blemishes from those who’ve shaped you; you are beautiful- lean and tall, getting thicker as my eyes travel down.
The serenity of silence on a spring day. Clear blue skies and a warming sun. Nothing yells tranquility like this.
I lay in bed, caressed by my warm covers. Staring out of the window; that is littered, With translucent, tiny little bulbs of water. I hear it. I hear it against my window.
Do not show jealousy in the light of a mischievous mirror For that same mirror will glare back at you in madness.
Trees swinging side to side
The summer's weather,blistering hot,does somethingno one ever thought.It twists the minds of those who gooutside to see the summer show.The sky so blue may hypnotize
Whenever I attempt the act of relaxation, In the forefront of my mind there is always a slight hesitation.
My bed is awesome laying down and lounging Just complete relaxation
Embrace the silence, For it is wise. Let it visit, before it dies. It is a teacher, and bearer of wealth, It can help a soul to find itself.
Among the ebb and flow of the Earth Among the flourishing promise of human life  Among whatever secrets this land may hold beneath my feet True peace lies in the sand
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