Thoughts running round and round in her head. Paint. Break. Tear. Cry. Fear. Wild colors. Jeer. Pastels. Imagine. She couldn’t. Chop chop. Frenetic. Frantic. Frazzled.
It was going to be ok. It had to be. Rulers and measures were all that she had left to go by. But it may not be enough. But it had to be. The bough was about to bend and break. Teardrops piling up in the ducts. She wanted to taste their saltiness. She was ready. Maybe. Maybe not
Categories: mental health, photography, Psychology, society
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Mastering MindS NoW
Frequented By Low
Levels of ‘Latent
Inhibition’
SeeKinG
Finding Autotelic
Flow i Free Dance
Meditation Then
i Sing In Laser
Focus Ocean
Whole Mind
As 95 Percent of
Our Subconscious
Mind Rises to Greet
The Rider On Top of
The Elephant Who
Sees more than
5 Percent
Of
Human
Potential
Intelligence(S)
Song Becomes
Equally Dance..:)
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