My eyes are closed. My breath is short and haggard. My mind will not rest. Thoughts zip in and out. The problems pound my brain hard. The images are sharp and blinding. My worries draw different emotions into me. I alternate between hot and cold. This has to be insanity. Then, I open my eyes and everything is suspended for a moment. I am given a temporary break from the madness. The lack of color is soothing and the sleepy movement of the leaves has me transfixed. My eyes slowly follow the lazy trail of the loopy butterfly followed by the erratic, staccato movement of the honeybee . All I can do is stare at the delicate silhouette of the leaves. All I can do is fall into the softness that is in front of me.
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robyn guptill said (18 May 2008):
i like the texture. its different. good job
