natural.

Exercise seems to have an effect on your emotional reaction to stress. It does this by altering your mood. Fit people are usually in high spirits after a lengthy exercise, sometimes to the point of elation or joy. This feeling is associated with the presence of endorphins, which are released by the pituitary gland in the brain. 

The word "endorphin" is a combination of "endo" and "morphine" -- meaning endogenously produced morphine, or internally produced painkiller. Endorphins are the body's natural pain reliever. It may be that the brain interprets exercise as a form of "pain" or it may be that the rise in fatty acids caused by long, gentle exercise acidifies the blood, which triggers the release of endorphins. 

In any case, you can get from exercise a natural high, similar to a drug high but with none of the bad side effects. People who do long, continuous, gentle exercise enjoy the most effective stress therapy known to man.

soul.

In many religions and parts of philosophy, the soul is the immaterial part of a person. It is usually thought to consist of one's thoughts and personality, and can be synonymous with the spirit, mind or self.  In theology, the soul is often believed to live on after the person’s death, and some religions posit that God creates souls. In some cultures, non-human living things, and sometimes inanimate objects are said to have souls, a belief known as animism.

The terms soul and spirit are often used interchangeably, although the former may be viewed as a more worldly and less transcendent aspect of a person than the latter.  The words soul and psyche can also be treated synonymously, although psyche has relatively more physical connotations, whereas soul is connected more closely to metaphysics and religion.

magic.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”

- Roald Dahl

break.

Big hearts break easy.

escape.

Theres no outlet quite like music.

bluebird.

When i walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face

my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves i get physical strength from my individual ways
meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled
rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel
docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill
drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled
they say if you snooze you loose
well i spend my days, dazed and confused
is it cause i blaze all day and fade, then that's old news
if it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues
don't get used to it, running mascara i refuse
closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing
but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing
dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights
nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights

The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
left you for more, left the room hollow
many will fall, a lot more will fallow

you take drugs to psyche your mind
You take wine, to forget about time
you create a world of your own
where the truth, will never be known

I work when the work seems like play
and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, i say
i work my way through everyday that i play my way
now.. hear what i say, hear what i say
makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations
the locks will open someday continued determination
restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations
and i will head for my destination
i stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness
drinking wine reminds me of what honest is
making me wonder where the hell the logic is?
we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause
fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall
through the wall, through it all, who we are?
no denying that at 5 foot i still stand tall

The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
left you for more, left the room hollow
many will fall, a lot more will fallow

you take drugs to psyche your mind
You take wine, to forget about time
you create a world of your own
where the truth, will never be known

Many will fall
A lot more will follow
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