The light streams in through the high window, bringing this simple table setting to life. Abruptly at the water glass the light is split and diverted from it's intended path. a forced and twisted cascade of newly colored luminance bursts through and explodes upon meeting the rose petal tea in the cracked ivory cup. The light dances and plays in the intense orange, yellow and reds before being released to kiss my friends face...
was she talking? I have to apologize for my distraction with the ever so slight pressure of welled up eyes. The intensity with which I feel the beauty and simplicity of the moment is so much I wish silently for death as to not sully the memory of it.
I guard these things more than gold... for they are far more precious. Elemental truth and beauty in a frozen moment that no one will ever see in just the same way. If I could share the pure feeling as I felt it, being human would surely not be as painful.
was she talking? I have to apologize for my distraction with the ever so slight pressure of welled up eyes. The intensity with which I feel the beauty and simplicity of the moment is so much I wish silently for death as to not sully the memory of it.
I guard these things more than gold... for they are far more precious. Elemental truth and beauty in a frozen moment that no one will ever see in just the same way. If I could share the pure feeling as I felt it, being human would surely not be as painful.
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Much like sexy new motorcycles speak to you, my keyboard speaks to me. Right now it's saying to me that it's tired of having its keys all rearranged and wonky, it wants me to love it how it was made, or get some of those crazy key-labels so my coworkers will quit calling it names for having sideways and mixed-height keys.