Begin Again

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This movie has hit me hard, it was beyond my expectations.

The vulnerability of the artistic soul, redemption, love, passion, hurt and joy.

It reached through and pulled at my heart and soul.

My heart is still bleeding, it was more beautiful than I could have imagined, it reminds me of the simplicity of life. Hope for the future. Life is worth treasuring.

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Night fall

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The night falls but I remain awake, my body has adjusted to that of a night owl.

I need to make the change and get it back to the daily grind.

9 to 5 to get things done.

Money to survive, food to eat, places to go.

You need to escape the recesses of your head, that’s what they keep telling me.

The night falls again and again, but my eye lids won’t.

Is there another way to hold back the new day?

Juliet

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Darkness began to fall, she could feel the clouds choking out the light as they rolled along the sky. Chasing the blue skies and covering the land with their density. She could feel it in her veins, her heart beat differently, a rhythm that drowned her body of energy, slowing down her breathe and her pulse.

Any change in the weather ignited a change in her. Every nuance or inflection of tone in her voice heralded to those around her that she was as temperamental as the sky. She was as ever changing as the wind and also a bright light under the glow of the moon.

When the sun found a hole through the barren clouds, relief would flow through her veins. She could see clearly, she could breathe without the weight on her chest and she could move without the anchor of eyes upon her. That subtle inkling towards a change in the weather and the light of the sun struggling to push through the darkness of the clouds, she felt it more stronger than she felt any other connection in her life.

Juliet was comfortable and used to the changes now, it wasn’t always that way. Her youth was wasted on mountains of tears and hatred as strong as the storms she fought through. For she could always sense the change in the sky before others saw the signs. She could smell the rain a mile off and she could always count on her instincts. Those instincts and that very connection was the only thing that grounded her.

As long as she lived she would be the closest embodiment of the earth. She would walk among the others, she would slip between them and show them one by one that the earth had a connection, that connection was her.