Weightless and free, I felt a breeze try to wind away my worries, my anger even rejection.
A time when my bliss wasn't blemished, a time where it was okay for me to be me.
Rejection thinks in dark grays, Anger sees in bright colors. Why beat yourself up, when the light of color is around.
My mind is made up of memories, some forgotten but always cherished.
When you look at it, life is ever revolving, brimmed with doors. The time is a blessing and curse. Time to check yourself, you know words can hurt just as much as actions.
Bliss sometimes an allusion but always obtainable, so I guess.
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K