Hannah opened her eyes upon this new world. The trees bore purple and yellow fruit. Mushrooms glowed a vibrant blue all around her. Mortal afterlife was ravishing with exuberant colors.
Keep to yourself unless your gifts are wanted. Hold them tight until the admirable swindles and strips them from you, leaving you with a mechanical soul. A soul of routine.
So real, but can't hold in your hand. Real is like holding hands. Maybe clock hands. Time will tell u there's enough. When there's time for LIFE, that's Something Beautiful.
Sitting in the blinding desert light, watching a distant storm march across the desert. Purples, and blues, so powerful, beautiful, and humbling. How tiny am I, in mother natures' scheme.
A warm wind blows down from the mountains and the beach grass flutters like party decorations, the vibrant green blades tremble against one another, a summer song of the wetlands.