the suns sinful wink
Funny how some moments stand out more than others, even though they're not too different, or have any reason to stand out.
It's funny how some things said have that ring to them, the ring that reminds you later on of what bells sound like, of what sound IS, of what IS... funny how certain people seem to do that so often.
life took a turn many months ago, when i started something. something I enjoy. life took quite the turn. it got me into a world i had always loved looking in on. now i'm part of that world. and it's comfort.
I've found that I can only find comfort in that place, with him, just doing what's done in that world. just living that life. I find it beautiful, safe, just a place where everyone goes to forget, to remember better things than what's to be forgotten, than what's to be... It's a place I've gotten to be a part of.
With him.
well... look at what happened.
Funny how those few words can make such a difference in how you feel. even though it's nothing at all, just an Observation, it seems to make it easier to see the light once every so often. just a wink from the sun, it's all I need to remind myself that there is still hope in people.
just in a wink from life... it makes you wonder about the future. will the future wink too? it did, i suppose. thats what life is, future. so, the future gives you a smile... how?
it's the faintest thing, it could be a hint, it could be nothing at all... but it feels like something, and the way the embrace feels, it makes you think there IS something. the way the eye is caught every single time a glance is made... it's like the same thoughts are going across the mind at the same time... the way the eye stands, watches, smiles in itself before the lips do, it's like there is a real thought of affection behind them, like there's an idea that's been brewing there for a time unknown that's so beautiful, it's never been spoken yet, for fear or losing the train of the thought. It's the idea. the idea of care. the idea of affection. the idea of an idea over there. but when you see this, it's never really... noticed.. not until those precious words are spoken. which words?
an observation. it was just an observation, conversation. but it stood on the air, like smoke hanging there, freshly exhaled from the lungs of another teenager. it sat in the air, potent, yet, non-existant. just an observation... but it was curious. it was brought up. but why bother bringing it up? it was the curiosity behind the comment, the memory, that made him pause and think about it, but his eyes never left you. you both watched eachother while he spoke about the night before, about his personal experience, and he watched you (with what seemed like an ever closer eye than normal) while he said he noticed your eye. a lot. he caught your eye a lot. 'you notice those kinds of things'. a seperate sentence on its own, it's own life growing from it, spreading into the mind. which mind, i wonder... but it grew. it stuck to the face. it hung around my head, though there were no actual thoughts. no speeding up of my heart, not reciting that sentence in my head, over and over again, and again... just the knowledge of how it was said, and how there was just the ever so slightly longer pause before and after it. a test? a game?
a nothing
but there is no such thing as nothing. only mistakes, ideas mis-led, and what really lies, no one will know.
but, it would be nice to know....
It's funny how some things said have that ring to them, the ring that reminds you later on of what bells sound like, of what sound IS, of what IS... funny how certain people seem to do that so often.
life took a turn many months ago, when i started something. something I enjoy. life took quite the turn. it got me into a world i had always loved looking in on. now i'm part of that world. and it's comfort.
I've found that I can only find comfort in that place, with him, just doing what's done in that world. just living that life. I find it beautiful, safe, just a place where everyone goes to forget, to remember better things than what's to be forgotten, than what's to be... It's a place I've gotten to be a part of.
With him.
well... look at what happened.
Funny how those few words can make such a difference in how you feel. even though it's nothing at all, just an Observation, it seems to make it easier to see the light once every so often. just a wink from the sun, it's all I need to remind myself that there is still hope in people.
just in a wink from life... it makes you wonder about the future. will the future wink too? it did, i suppose. thats what life is, future. so, the future gives you a smile... how?
it's the faintest thing, it could be a hint, it could be nothing at all... but it feels like something, and the way the embrace feels, it makes you think there IS something. the way the eye is caught every single time a glance is made... it's like the same thoughts are going across the mind at the same time... the way the eye stands, watches, smiles in itself before the lips do, it's like there is a real thought of affection behind them, like there's an idea that's been brewing there for a time unknown that's so beautiful, it's never been spoken yet, for fear or losing the train of the thought. It's the idea. the idea of care. the idea of affection. the idea of an idea over there. but when you see this, it's never really... noticed.. not until those precious words are spoken. which words?
an observation. it was just an observation, conversation. but it stood on the air, like smoke hanging there, freshly exhaled from the lungs of another teenager. it sat in the air, potent, yet, non-existant. just an observation... but it was curious. it was brought up. but why bother bringing it up? it was the curiosity behind the comment, the memory, that made him pause and think about it, but his eyes never left you. you both watched eachother while he spoke about the night before, about his personal experience, and he watched you (with what seemed like an ever closer eye than normal) while he said he noticed your eye. a lot. he caught your eye a lot. 'you notice those kinds of things'. a seperate sentence on its own, it's own life growing from it, spreading into the mind. which mind, i wonder... but it grew. it stuck to the face. it hung around my head, though there were no actual thoughts. no speeding up of my heart, not reciting that sentence in my head, over and over again, and again... just the knowledge of how it was said, and how there was just the ever so slightly longer pause before and after it. a test? a game?
a nothing
but there is no such thing as nothing. only mistakes, ideas mis-led, and what really lies, no one will know.
but, it would be nice to know....
prematurely released by Norah at 7:30 PM
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