The scream
It’s a big part of the life well lived. You may know it by another name or maybe not. It’s the complete opposite of being at rest. By the way, I don’t mean waking up to the sound of your favorite artist and inhaling the scent of a new morning, like with a parachute on your back in a 200 mph breeze or maybe hanging on a ledge by your fingertips when the bubble of routine pops leaving you alone with the only choice of finding a solution. Or not. Your experience got off at the last stop so don’t waste time looking back for advice, no this is the moment of creation. It’s the dawn of the day when you think and act differently having had a moment when you made a sound no one would hear but you. Scream.
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