I lived in a world without limitations. I could travel wherever I wished. Time, for all intents and purposes, was naught. I noticed as I traveled that I would absorb the breathtaking views, as one would breath in and hold their breath. Not wanting to let that moment to pass. The colors, the beauty, at times indescribable, were awe inspiring. I must confess, I saw no others as I traveled, yet, in this one case, loneliness was peace, and peace was the stillness of the moment. It was then that I realized it was a dream.
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Nice! thanks for sharing this with us.
Thought I'd invite you out for another writing challenge. Here is a link to my latest project. https://steemit.com/writing/@markrmorrisjr/4scirg-you-need-to-stop-what-you-re-doing-and-read-this-right-now-i-m-going-to-make-you-famous-on-steemit-yes-you