1/19/08 10:49 pm - life is not so simple sometimes
Who knows if anyone reads these anymore. It's been a long time since ive used this for anything beyond boredom. I need to express myself where not everyone will see.
They seemed to have a command over time, for as I looked into them I lost myself. Although I only held her gaze for a moment, the visage of those perfect spheres is ingrained upon my memory as if I had devoted my entire life to studying them.
There are no words in existence that explain how pulchritudinous the hue of her eyes coupled with my wonder at her dormant soul felt to me. All I can do is make a grossly inaccurate approximation using my limited vocabulary. Contained within it, these eyes held the purest dark blue sapphire pierced by a thousand focused rays of sky blue sunlight. It is thus that it projects a false Aurora Borealis on its exterior, the blue light mirroring perfection. This can only summarize their color, as the true beauty lies in to whom the eyes belong.
I felt as though blue was the best color for her to choose, deep and radiant, framed by her perfect face. The best color because the most beautiful expanses of this world contain blue. Some form of blue that we not only look on with admiration and awe but also we are wary of its ability to encompass us with fear as we contemplate losing ourselves in the infinity of that blue abyss. As we stare into the heavens the azure sky radiates freedom without limits. And yet to fall forever upward would ultimately bind us as captives to the nothingness. Conversely, to sink into the seemingly bottomless trenches of the sea would constrict us with the tentacles of fate as an equally abhorrent outcome. If it were possible to drown from the beauty of her eyes I would have long since passed from this world.
So it was that I met her and the woman she associates with as mother. After only speaking briefly we parted ways. I am left with these memories burning bright, silhouetted against everything I have ever chosen to remember. Even now, I sit here thinking only of that glimpse I had into the world of dreams. These thoughts are all I have until our next encounter. I thank you for your existence even should we choose to part ways; for it has enriched my pale world with vibrant color.
Amavi Te E.
They seemed to have a command over time, for as I looked into them I lost myself. Although I only held her gaze for a moment, the visage of those perfect spheres is ingrained upon my memory as if I had devoted my entire life to studying them.
There are no words in existence that explain how pulchritudinous the hue of her eyes coupled with my wonder at her dormant soul felt to me. All I can do is make a grossly inaccurate approximation using my limited vocabulary. Contained within it, these eyes held the purest dark blue sapphire pierced by a thousand focused rays of sky blue sunlight. It is thus that it projects a false Aurora Borealis on its exterior, the blue light mirroring perfection. This can only summarize their color, as the true beauty lies in to whom the eyes belong.
I felt as though blue was the best color for her to choose, deep and radiant, framed by her perfect face. The best color because the most beautiful expanses of this world contain blue. Some form of blue that we not only look on with admiration and awe but also we are wary of its ability to encompass us with fear as we contemplate losing ourselves in the infinity of that blue abyss. As we stare into the heavens the azure sky radiates freedom without limits. And yet to fall forever upward would ultimately bind us as captives to the nothingness. Conversely, to sink into the seemingly bottomless trenches of the sea would constrict us with the tentacles of fate as an equally abhorrent outcome. If it were possible to drown from the beauty of her eyes I would have long since passed from this world.
So it was that I met her and the woman she associates with as mother. After only speaking briefly we parted ways. I am left with these memories burning bright, silhouetted against everything I have ever chosen to remember. Even now, I sit here thinking only of that glimpse I had into the world of dreams. These thoughts are all I have until our next encounter. I thank you for your existence even should we choose to part ways; for it has enriched my pale world with vibrant color.
Amavi Te E.
