Nectarines are tasty
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I’ve given up on planning to start my NaNoWriMo.. I don’t need the stress during this exam month. I think it would have been stressful even if I hadn’t delayed. But my exams had been even more pressing at the start of this month.
Ah well maybe next year?
It has officially started.
My body cries out for me to dance,
My limbs are begging, the music called.
I move as though in my last chance,
I dance alone, myself enthralled.
My limbs are crying out in joy,
As back arched, poised and tall.
Walls are breaking, known since a boy,
No holding back, just giving my all.
In mirrors I see myself, and love,
My graceful form has taken control.
My body is teasing my mind thereof,
As together they play around my soul.
The rules that govern I will not atone,
As in my world I will dance alone.
I know..
I have to keep moving, keep on walking the path I’m on.
It’s so easy to sit down, amungst the soft grass.
Build a nice square house in the corner.
With a rocking chair.
Making coffee or drinking orange juice.
Safe from the wind every time it blows past rattling the doors and windows.
But the sun doesn’t shine inside a house.
The ocean breeze can’t reach over the mountains.
The rocking chair will creak on and on while the birds soar in the sky.
So..
When your shoes wear out. Rest, but mend your shoes amoungst the grass.
Breathe with the grass and the flowers.
Then rise up into the sun, streching your lean body.
You will be ready to walk again.
Humans are walking creatures, and there is long way to go.
What am I?
I am deaf and blind.
I cannot taste, smell, or touch.
I want everything.
I Have never known anything.
I am a rock.
