July 8, 2011

Time and time again
We go through life searching

Treading through paths and bermuda grass
Sometimes walking amidst the bushes
Hands feeling the stalks
Wanting to feel that feeling
Emotions, anticipating

Then we come to the perfect spot
We come closer to inspect it
Feel the thrill of clearing it
Making it ours, making it our home
We cut the grass and smoke the weed
Feel the breeze 
In our minds, we freeze the moment
Engrave it in our souls
This is it, this is what I need
What I've been looking for

And it can only get better from here. 

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