In the midst of it all, thoughts sparkle like gold on a canvas. The thought of letting ideas move you become a city of wonder. The idea of building an ember city horizon lies awake in the mind. She is becoming more herself as the day persists. She's just a melody in an extraordinary day's midst.
The golden lit skyline sparkles and fades bright flecks of amber onto all the faces in the distance. She's onto you and the smoked red fumes. She's walking to her own melody becoming a flow of gravity. Her thoughts melt and twist into existence with every creative pore in her skin. She feels free within. The human essence is to be alive. To be within this existence becomes the most pure way to feel alive, inside this golden beehive. A fire beneath the bones brings life and passion together in a stylized burning fashion. The moment one let's go of thought and transforms into a creative, bold, energetic flow, we turn to gold. The skin breaks and cracks into golden fractures of light. A moment of water, fire, wind, and Earth's energies all collide in the amber sky. There's a glittery eye feasting on this madness. She's seeing the world in a whole new way, taking shape of an extraordinary day. This glitter eye becomes the vision for a creative mind. Miss glitter eye feeds the vision of the artists hunger. Eating glitter, lightning bolts of pure gold, and strawberry cheesecake a female visionary eye is born. This is a freestyle practice of letting words flow and becoming and trusting the process of free style writing. Thanks for reading. xoxoxo Sarah Opat
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