Weather Walls
Health it seems, has the power to paint the feelings of my life on the walls of my world.
My own personal atmosphere. The water of my blood, earth of my muscles and bones, the air of my lungs and throat, and the fire of spirit in my beating heart, my pulsing nerves. All conglomerating into a storm of perfectly structured happenings to create myself and in doing so funny enough, creating the world around me. On the inside the structure health varies
My own personal atmosphere. The water of my blood, earth of my muscles and bones, the air of my lungs and throat, and the fire of spirit in my beating heart, my pulsing nerves. All conglomerating into a storm of perfectly structured happenings to create myself and in doing so funny enough, creating the world around me. On the inside the structure health varies
On...
Sunday_ I am under the weather, i am the weather. Melted in at lukewarm temperature, my eyeballs move like a slug crossing a stretch of pavement, my body movements are the same. Sloth-like in their progression, i have plenty of time to think about my next movement while i am still in the first. With the result of grace. The entire day conducted inside a perfectly cognated blueprint, and it couldn't be running smoother.
Monday_My bones are made of fiberglass. My blood is made of aged sewage. My breath is thin and empty, and my nerves are agitated
Tuesday_ I am recovering from the hollow shell of a day that proceeded me. Where i was an empty chrysalis before, i am now a house of sticks and twigs. Healthy green vines are starting to creep there way up
Wednsday_I feel like the spring of life itself, complete with my own personal miniature atmosphere of airy exuberance. The world feels more spacious, and i think there are a few extra feet in my immediate circumfrance that wasn't there yesterday. The winds blow alittle more evenly, and alittle bit more distanced down the road my timeline is taking me. I move with the wind, with a smile in the breeze.
Thursday_ I feel the calm and condensed. For some reason i want to say that
Friday_The world wakes up with me, and shares with me its scheduled exuberance. I grab onto the wire, and zip line about my day which is bound to be busy, or feel busy at least. The sky is open, and the sun seems warmer, at night the stars shine brighter. Globally enhanced, its a day for everyone.
Saturday_My walls are open for interpretation. Whatever the day might bring, my metabolism is ready to throw me headlong into it. Ready for everything, and won't stop for anything, is the motto for the day, and productivity is the product.
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Sunday_ I am under the weather, i am the weather. Melted in at lukewarm temperature, my eyeballs move like a slug crossing a stretch of pavement, my body movements are the same. Sloth-like in their progression, i have plenty of time to think about my next movement while i am still in the first. With the result of grace. The entire day conducted inside a perfectly cognated blueprint, and it couldn't be running smoother.
Monday_My bones are made of fiberglass. My blood is made of aged sewage. My breath is thin and empty, and my nerves are agitated
Tuesday_ I am recovering from the hollow shell of a day that proceeded me. Where i was an empty chrysalis before, i am now a house of sticks and twigs. Healthy green vines are starting to creep there way up
Wednsday_I feel like the spring of life itself, complete with my own personal miniature atmosphere of airy exuberance. The world feels more spacious, and i think there are a few extra feet in my immediate circumfrance that wasn't there yesterday. The winds blow alittle more evenly, and alittle bit more distanced down the road my timeline is taking me. I move with the wind, with a smile in the breeze.
Thursday_ I feel the calm and condensed. For some reason i want to say that
Friday_The world wakes up with me, and shares with me its scheduled exuberance. I grab onto the wire, and zip line about my day which is bound to be busy, or feel busy at least. The sky is open, and the sun seems warmer, at night the stars shine brighter. Globally enhanced, its a day for everyone.
Saturday_My walls are open for interpretation. Whatever the day might bring, my metabolism is ready to throw me headlong into it. Ready for everything, and won't stop for anything, is the motto for the day, and productivity is the product.
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