I woke up ever so abruptly with a mystic firefly floating above my head illuminating the darkness. I watched it for sometime, then I followed it to the door. I opened the door to the night to let it out into the rain, thunder, and lightening, then the firefly gracefully floated away into the storm. It left me with my thoughts I have yet to discern and a surrealism of life. Perhaps, there is peace within the storm of all our lives. We just have to find the peace floating above our heads like fireflies in the night that quietly and courageously float away into the storms of the night.
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The Creature with Wings
I sit alone in this locked cage waiting patiently in the darkness. I'm not sure where the key's gone or what I'm waiting for except to be freed. I'm not sure who put me here, but it doesn't matter. I hum while I stare into the dark. Sometimes, I can go outside my mind to float through the iron bars. I find vibrate colors, and experiences I can't feel. I always return. I can only imagine how the experiences should feel if I were free.
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