Sunday, February 04, 2007

day 13

I slept better than I have in a long time last night. In my dreams, I was immortal. I was a Greek god living in paradise. I gave birth to the stars and they told my stories. Nothing could touch me. Nature obeyed me.

The new morning sun could not shatter that dream. I was still alive. I still had stories to create and legends to brew. Outside my window, an unseen bird celebrated my life with its own melody. I had my own personal soundtrack. As I walked to the bus, I whistled its tune.

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