Via Vision

Thoughts flow like a river and here is the place in which the river becomes a waterfall.

Monday, June 13, 2005

New Day

Another day and another morning has arrive. The air is stagnant from the two days rest. There isn’t a cloud in the sky and the coolness of the night is quickly disipating as the minutes make the hour. Drowsy without a reason, I am intoxicated by the music on the radio as I speedily make my way to work. The green pastel colored leaves of spring trees moved in the wind a like swarm of bees, twirling back and forth. Cars piles up on in the city’s veins and then flows steadily like blood. All eyes and all intentions are focused on the place of wealth, which only requires a few hours of time.


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