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Gym
Sore arms,
a sweaty mess.

I'll show you I'm not fat.


just wait...
hanging from a petals pore
drying slowly above the floor,
of yellow roses and red sunflowers.
               paint a florist affair
               as birds outside shoot
              ray-guns to the sun.
this house smells so nice.
I still feel that sense
of rapture.
Somehow all this
loss and longing
is outweighed by the
joy
of having met you.
May. The kind of goodbye that echoes only until love begins again.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.

Stop.

Where does your mind wander to first?

What are your wants, your needs?

Where is your heart, where is your mind?

What about your soul?

Is it with you, or does someone else have it wrapped around their finger?
I'm not my mistakes
I am not my name
I'm not just another "Cameron"
I'm not the same.

I'm my own person
If you wanted to know,
Why don't you ask me
I'll let it show

I'm not just there
For you to be brutal
Because right here, right now
Your absence is crucial
I need you to go away.
The sylvan
Creatures
We're alive
With the
Exhilaration
Of an alien
In their
World.
The crisp
May morning
In the hills
Of West-central
Pennsylvania
Echoed with
The
Celebration
Of life.
As, I
Strode
Towards
The summit
Intersecting
The
Allegheny
River,
The brightest
Blue
Eye
Stared at
Me from
Above.
I
Exalted
In its appeal
And fell
In love
At first
Sight.
Just when
I felt
As
Omnipotent
As Zeus,
Nature
Revealed its
Illogical
Bliss.
My eyes cast
Upon a cotton
Carpet
Hundreds
Of yards
Beneath me
In the valley
Below.
I was walking
Above
A cloud,
As if I was,
At that moment,
God
Looking upon
My
Creation!
This was my pinicle experience with nature about 14 years ago, but I will always see it clearly. It was a religious experience!!!
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