Morning addressed silence with a slow drawn gust of air,
Blue skies awaited peace like a Chicago winter awaits the mood of a new season.
The vibrancy of a virgin day arose to its feet,
waking me from subconscious reality, a private world inhibited only by the symphony of my own sound.
My dreams are my only traveling companion from the outer world into the world inside my bedroom window.
I celebrate my independence like two love struck lovers would,
while the other half of me hides form the acknowledgement that solitude isn't always bliss....
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