I feel so happy, and yet I feel fearful. I feel fear because my mind can easily get away from me, away from reality. The fantastical fantastic realm of ideas, of possibilities, this realm consumes me. My mind runs in four directions, pulling me; the birthing of ideas on overdrive. The words they run right out of me, onto page, onto page, onto page; so many ideas, so little time and yet SO MUCH ENERGY. Eyes smile bright with my head tilted towards the sky, soaking up the sun. This optimism vibrates my being, my skin warmed by the realm of endless possibilities; the realm of idealistic interplay. I’m a sunflower pointed towards the sun; I’m always pointed towards the sun.
tilted towards the sky.
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