eleneariel | .....

Current Mood: longing

Entry tags:

thinking,
who i am

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I'm filled with the unbearable joy of living, running wildly across the yard with the cool mist in my face and my hair blowing free, happy and joyful and filled with the promise of goodness and light.

Then I grow short of breath from the running and I plumet back to earth; the mist has made my carefully done makeup smear and my hair grow limp, but I remember the feeling of freedom and peace.

They come all too infrequently, but the glow remains even after the feeling has left.