Sparkling
diamond broken
now a glittering cloud
dusting shinies
on all it touches
never forgotten

those days that we were silent, when we didn't even glance at each other, were the worst. I guess they made me more anxious to speak to you on the days you graced me with your soft smile. on those days, I made sure to really look at you, so I'd never forget.

there's always talk about the calm before the storm, but I think there's an eeriness about the calm after it, too. it's almost as though nothing's happened at all. almost.

she was constantly being silenced,
so it amazed her
when he told her
that he could
listen to her
speak
for hours.

I had always thought of myself as an artist of some sort. That is, until I met you. It was only then that I learned what art is, where it comes from. When I met you, I only wanted to paint with the browns and oranges I saw in your eyes. I only wanted to write the words that fell from your lips. I only wanted to play the notes your voice guided me to. And when you left, I couldn't paint, couldn't write, couldn't play. I could only sing of my heartache, but even that wasn't art.  There's no beauty in sorrow.

unfortunately, the absence of sadness isn't happiness, although we're often fooled into thinking it is.

sure, maybe all suffering is temporary. but there's always something that causes suffering, isn't there? so...it really isn't all that temporary, is it? it's pretty consistent.

she couldn't stop wondering if she was upset because she got caught, or because she was angry at herself for being so inconsiderate. it was probably both.