I’m of a mood to let the words ring about in me- to make me quiver with their poignancy.
They sink and settle into my core- wring my calm and toss it away. I’m stunned within its grasp and can do nothing but stare. Wide-eyed, stilled-lips, caught in a world of pure sentiment. It bends the colors and makes my will pliant to its waves. I seem to fold beneath its strength.
But its soft and gentle. Its hand smooths over the ruffled and busy layers of my mind. Pretty soon the day is unrecognizable, my eyes are blind behind my closed lids. The colors run into each other and the clocks melt away.
I’m not sure what time it is, but I don’t mind.
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