| | I am happy. More so than any time ever before in my life. I am content; occasionally unhappy, occasionally jealous of old ghosts, occasionally frustrated, often selfish, and always loved.
The most beautiful things in life are those which leave you with no words to describe them by, only a deep, universal, accepting silence, punctuated by the occasional rustle of movement, her re-settling her head onto his chest, his arm supporting and cradling; phone conversations that fade into silence, only interrupted by speech to hear the other's voice again, not even the words, just the person; endless conversation and equally endless quiet savoring of companionship, no words, little action, monumental significance.
sometimes, silence isn't deafening, when it's no longer become something to be filled, like a glass, but a piece to be enjoyed of itself; but, time, oh time, that is a glass to be filled to the brim and overflowing, to taste every moment and drink deeply and fill oneself.
I understand things I never have before, and I am calm, not unbreakable, but stronger still than before.
[dismiss it as overdramatic if you like, but until you've lived it, your condescension of my current state has absolutely no value.]
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| | Posted 8/19/2007 1:05 AM - 9 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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