Daisy pokes her head out of the dry, crusted ground. Gasping for air. Longing for light. She stretches the limbs that have been cramped and encased, nearly dead, feeling the blood start to flow again. Feeling the lungs open up again. She begins to feel the air, to breathe it in. She begins to grow, live, bloom.
Her sometimes too-proud blossom faces the all-powerful sun and soaks in the warm energy deprived her for so long.
And she sighs to herself, "It's about time."
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gorgeous imagery.
it's nice to feel the sunshine.
we can't hide underground forever...eventually, nature makes us poke our heads out.
i think that's why this site is so meaningful for me right now. maybe the same for you too :)
definitely. i noticed you're digging out old writing on your blog. i'm doing the same thing...and it feels good to look at the old juxtaposed with my life now, and to use both moments to push forward. it's hard, but necessary!
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