MistressLex
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Sitting on the porch of a house the landscape before me wild untamed as I gaze upon the pink and purple skyline still bright enough to coat the world in soft sunlight. Beautiful in its colours and unique perspective from where I'm sitting.
Rising from my spot on the porch I decide to move, finding a joyful burst of creativity and pleasure at this world around me, wandering farther and farther, I ignore the scents, senses, even the pain because even though they're new an painful, they're pleasant in there own way. As I walk the day ends and darkness falls over and I notice there is a wound in my side my hand holds and covers it, but as I continue in notice it bleeds coating my hand, but I'm not upset or frightened it feels expected and needed, my outfit slowly is seeped in my blood as I keep moving holding the wound...looking slowly for a place or someone that will know how to assist with it.
I grow tired and a bit weary knowing that going back is worse then going forward if I seek help. I go Finding some wood for a place to rest, and for the first time notice the woods around me are calm and peaceful.
I gather a large pile my blood coating some of the logs and soon I have the fire ablaze lighting the area of stone and dirt that I have rested at.
I lay my head on the rocky out crop behind me feeling the cool stones on my forehead and cheek, the smell of my burning blood in the air, giving the all to picturesque scene a morbidly dark and mournful tone...and in the back of my head I know I still must reach whatever end is in the distance the smell of water in the air tells me of storms to come....but as in bleed and stare at the fire I am calm I grab a embered branch and brace myself....shoving it into the wound...and waking myself up.
Rising from my spot on the porch I decide to move, finding a joyful burst of creativity and pleasure at this world around me, wandering farther and farther, I ignore the scents, senses, even the pain because even though they're new an painful, they're pleasant in there own way. As I walk the day ends and darkness falls over and I notice there is a wound in my side my hand holds and covers it, but as I continue in notice it bleeds coating my hand, but I'm not upset or frightened it feels expected and needed, my outfit slowly is seeped in my blood as I keep moving holding the wound...looking slowly for a place or someone that will know how to assist with it.
I grow tired and a bit weary knowing that going back is worse then going forward if I seek help. I go Finding some wood for a place to rest, and for the first time notice the woods around me are calm and peaceful.
I gather a large pile my blood coating some of the logs and soon I have the fire ablaze lighting the area of stone and dirt that I have rested at.
I lay my head on the rocky out crop behind me feeling the cool stones on my forehead and cheek, the smell of my burning blood in the air, giving the all to picturesque scene a morbidly dark and mournful tone...and in the back of my head I know I still must reach whatever end is in the distance the smell of water in the air tells me of storms to come....but as in bleed and stare at the fire I am calm I grab a embered branch and brace myself....shoving it into the wound...and waking myself up.
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