Don't think too much - a word becomes a mystery. When you stare at a face you are
familiar with, you begin an unrecognized pattern of reality. Although, the face is a site to
see, a word is so meaningful but the difference is feeling. A word is a mess. A face is
dressed. It's like a dance in your head. You see the possibilities... You play this movie of
your dreams. Seconds pass by and all you see are a pair of eyes...
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:40 AM UTC
Don't think too much - a word becomes a mystery. When you stare at a face you are
familiar with, you begin an unrecognized pattern of reality. Although, the face is a site to
see, a word is so meaningful but the difference is feeling. A word is a mess. A face is
dressed. It's like a dance in your head. You see the possibilities... You play this movie of
your dreams. Seconds pass by and all you see are a pair of eyes...
by Phylicia Riggins on Tuesday, February 14, 2012 at 10:00pm
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