i'm craving something beautiful.
do you ever feel like this? ... like untouched passion spilling out in the color of sweet, red wine. it almost feels silly to say b/c it's so strong, i know it cannot be expressed in words. it's that feeling. when i have it, i'm so thankful i feel like i could die right then and there. and it has nothing to do with me, it's another's beauty. it's in a painting, a poem, or in a chord. it's someone's life leaked onto the pages of my life. it's in my grandmothers's tired eyes. it's the exchange of touch. it's giving. it's so much. if i'm making any sense, please don't take it for granted. slow down, and search for it. let it come to you. just don't miss it.
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I too love that feeling of renaissance that sneaks up on one from time to time. I'm sure this has been atleast slightly instigated by your recent move, and I say hold on to it for as long as you can.
Hope all is going superb in your world!
-d.
pssst. I like reading your journal too. ;)
...Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Someone's circling. Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels.
And it's got nothing to do with me.
The wind blows through the trees,
but if I look for it, it won't come.
I tense up. My mind goes numb.
There's nothing harder than learning how to receive.
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