RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wriggling inside, nervous energy squirming around, allowing for all the stress going on today - it's pretty mild.
So far every avenue is filled with blockages, preventing me from giving in and resting deep in contemplation.
Far into my mind I delve and dive, attempting to bring myself into a somewhat relaxed mode.
Life must be slowed down so I can remember what it's like to be smart again because of memory problems plaquing and suffocating my intellect.
Arriving at conclusions close to imagination I strive to coallesce and collate every thought into albums to put on my photographic screens of subconsciousness.
Feeling at ease a little more, I begin to float in my oasis of the soul, settling into a pool of imagination.
Giving in to the feelings, I lie back and bring my being into alignment with who I am inside.
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