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Yesterday, the world was calm and the seas saw only the rivers that flowed into its open arms…and people worked at their desks while children played and laughed and cried to the tunes of light in the city…and Yesterday the life that was lived was content and there was only one sight ahead. Confusions were diluted. Mysteries where explained. And, without knowing, the looking glass was slightly more clear on those foggy days.

And the day after… my sight sees through a different set of eyes. I hear the hidden melodies inside everyday music. The fragrant smells in the air are no longer masked. Every touch seems to be more sensitive to my skin. And the grass is definitely more green the day after…

I am seeing faces in the magazines that talk back to me. These songs sing and I am having conversations about the wonderland. My eyes close to sleep and I am awake, and when I wake I am still in a dream. I would pay admission to this free fantasy just to make it my reality.

Can a prick shed some life felt blood. Show me that this is real. That my heart is crying for joy. The right is right, and ahead, is only a road that only leads forward. And as I look towards tomorrow, with my wings out, there is only one face that I can walk towards.

All I can do is smile…