A World Through Closed Eyes. Part 2.More Like This
The air is never so chilling back home. It's a new experience. And I'm really enjoying it. I've always enjoyed my place among the scurrying animals and the cool canopy of the towering tees; but here exposed in the clear sky and having the refreshing brush of the lake water against my clean face it's rejuvenating to the spirit.
It seems it works for everyone including me. Even if I see the curling crimson of repelling auras off a few of these people, even their aura can't help but bare a small tint of a paled yellow. I'll take a small relief in that. I don't expect anyone here to see my aura, however.
I mean nothing by it, but their auras are all so full. To see the world I see you need to have an emptiness I guess. My eyes search and see for aura, in a way for wanting to fill my void. Don't take that as if I'm missing something or that I'm empty of something. It's more about that I'm more open. More accepting.
Perhaps that's conceded of me to think; but that's up to your in