A couple more for breakfast....a little more for tea

Reminessing about in a puddle of memories dragged up through the brain by assignments of reflection. Splashes of color bore into the black and white canvas of a mind widdled by work. Songs play in the backround of classrooms filled with releif to an age of ending. The mind coils around the warm sun heated stool of peace, sublime feelings blow trough the window into rooms of incense and wonderment. Clouds of swirling comfort dance to the breeze, and perform to the music. Life puts on its show as you look up from the ground, and look at the sky. The world comes to life, colors exaderate, and the breeze whispers into your ear messages of lust. Storms blow through and bring a beat to your feet, as you let your body fire rounds of excitement to the open space where light momentarily ignites dead surroundings. Air surrounds you like water, you float from place to place in rafts of breeze and sun. Colorful are these days, never ending is the un-imaginable beauty of the world. In the alleys, in the fields, in the cities, in the country. Paint a picture, and i will make it come to life.