Sometimes it’s positive to relocate, a subtle change of scene, a change of pace, being stagnant, stuck in the same room, same world for so long, it can drive me around the bend, four walls enclosing on me because they can do so with the slipperiest of ease, despite my view from above, the wondrous blue sky, down below, quaint houses and greenery, I need an alteration at times, stitch stitch stitch a change of colour, won’t you permit this on my threaded line? So, I move outside, settle myself into place, hear the soaring birds in their flocks, as my heart begins to race. I’ve not been outside in so long, breathing stale air unknowingly, my own carbon dioxide from my own body, slowly poisoning me as I tried to breathe. It’s ironic, isn’t it, that while I dredged sorrows while trying to expel to become free, I essentially was breathing my very own poison, while typing it all out also so freely. But now that I am outside, the sun permits her joyful gaze, upon me I feel her love, her warmth all around me because sometimes a change of pace is what is required, a change of scenery, more like, I absorb the wonderful ambience out here, and know, that of my mindset, I have altered it in a means that’s wanted, desired, from this new world, I feel its love. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Artem Beliaikin from Pexels
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