Martini style.

Get this, shaken not stirred, its filtered through the curtains hanging by my hand and it is the liquid version of sunshine that is coating my skin.
Digging its way into my pores and awakening my soul, pushing my mind to regain control over the constraints of conditioned reflects.
Its infecting me with a smile that is contagious from my head to my toe, reminding myself that life is not so much about what happens outside of my self but within the regions of my soul.
I will no longer allow people the power to take from my vision that this is the way it is to be, I will not be tempted to walk backwards down my own trail of discovery.
Chance and circumstance can not withhold my continued contribution to my own conscious contradictions that further prove my belief that I am meant to be here.
I need to share, and want to share my recovery from this temporary imbalance of thought that shook me to the core. Significantly testing all that I have seen in order to become what it is that I was.
I'm walking away from the instances with a smile and a four leaf clover. The birds shadows continues to appear across the grass, the sun still melts the snow, the scent of pine still initiates... the beauty still exists...
The truth that it never will be, but can always pretend to see it even when it loses face in substance at the "most-est".