3 words make a beautiful boquet.

Vignette
Hydrotherapy
Purposely, watching time go by, in a blissfull solitude where not an ash lay anymore. I've completed my marching-Generals form. If anything needed to be done, however, it was this...hydrotherapy...for the detoxification of the most raidical satisfactions. Beautiful, colorful rays are dashing in the nights sky, with majors, and minors alike. for some reason i still feel ill-equipped: a pocket knife and street clothes just wont be sufficient for succisive situations. I think I'm going to need to take all the Armour of God, and that's all I shall need! Oh! the sweet release! A climactic response only in my spirit! my material things are no longer what I've earned, but things that have been granted to me. Tools that I may use in this short lifetime for this or for that; the man overboard in need of a raft that I have near me.
woops! I haven't used Vignette yet! a beautiful image; perhaps a decoration on a books inside! this can only be described by another books page! I now feel the grace upon me; swift and drifting down the spine and tingling my warm, hydrated spine. using adjectives creates a much more desireable poem.
Lets try it!
The rigid rocks, turned crusted cinder
have built this dry and lonely home
how have I chosen sorrow, in this exciting life alone
in dark solitude, i quickly find
the best strength is in my mind.
continue with the broken carney freaks
because interesting characters are far more
entertaining than boring
frames with lines filled with hot mercury:
with a boiling point so low, only in aluminum.

You've once again hit me, one more time you've stopped my quick movements, you've rudely stopped me; how could your bleak heart drop me? let the rivers run again. run for me! run for me! beautifully, run for me! beautifully!