Reaching out to find out how more of her universe worked
Everything was subtly connected in fascinating ways
So when she ran into a dead end, she would happily start over
Except when that meant flushing years of work down the proverbial mental toilet
Reacting like anyone would, under those circumstances, she would become depressed
Cautiously she would begin to feel better and begin a new journey down a path she had yet to explore
Her energy renewed, ready to tackle another problem
Growing a new future out of a cold wintery past
Reaching for the bright blue sky
Energy from the sun beating down on the newly born leaves
Enticing them to soak in all that they could
Nurturing them to express their vitality in a multitude of shades of…
Electricity seemed to flow through his body as he tried to dance.
No movement was fluid, every single one a painful to watch spasm of limb movement.
Even though he tried his hardest, his feet never could match the beat, EVER.
Red faced, and not because he was tired, he stared into her eyes.
Green as emeralds, they glittered like gemstones as she moved fluidly with each thump.
Yes, he might hate dancing because he sucked so bad, but for her, he would do anything
Always creating for the sake of creation.
Reality bends to accommodate the totality of new imagination generated.
That might be the source of all the dark energy!
Breathing in sync with the bass drum
Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo
As her feet began to move to the groove
That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror
Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all
Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots
Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy
Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come
Cacophony of voices raised
Harmoniously lifting the spirits of those around them
Obsessed with the space between the tones
Replicating structures of sound that evoke primal emotions
Unleashing a common experience
Sending that energy into the universe
Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
Bring the explosion of energy to the room
Obliterate any negative thoughts or emotions
Obscure the failings of the past with your positive shockwave
Make those around you rebuild with joy
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