Everything feels so wonderful.
I'm sorry, journal.
The colors feel so bright and pretty.
I can feel it in my mind, in glorious high definition.
Every season fresh on my skin
Every word ever spoken.
Every ounce of starlight in the sky.
Every emotion under the sun...
Rage, joy, fear, sadness.
I feel so enthralled. Enlightened.
Who knew every emotion came from love?
The love of the self, the love of another, the love of the world you live.
I'm sorry, journal.
The colors feel so bright and pretty.
I can feel it in my mind, in glorious high definition.
Every season fresh on my skin
Every word ever spoken.
Every ounce of starlight in the sky.
Every emotion under the sun...
Rage, joy, fear, sadness.
I feel so enthralled. Enlightened.
Who knew every emotion came from love?
The love of the self, the love of another, the love of the world you live.
You can't excise your heart so easily without death.
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I am loved beneath the stars.
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I am loved beneath the stars.
Was I always?
It feels like I've been asleep all my life, even though, for the first time...
I am truly closer to being a star.
Yet, even this much closer, it feels astonishing.
I think everything is slow.
Life is slow.
Perhaps on the grand scale, life seems short.
Fast.
How much are you really spending your life living?
Have you lived at all?
Have I?
A bleeding heart, fingers interlaced, two pairs of lips, bated breath and waiting to meet...
The peak of life is slowness.
Any fast feeling is torture.
Fast to anger, fast to sob, fast to turn to violence.
Barely a blink of a thing.
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If I poured out every feeling I felt for people, they may vomit.
I hope one day, I can open my mouth and let it pour over them like an ocean of stars.
Some may think I've fallen in love with them.
Not entirely untrue.
Some may think I'm crazy.
Not entirely untrue.
A crooked smile, a piano playing, a wife and husband meeting...
Every moment sticking with me.
I'm like a big ball of gum.
One day I will find someone...
Where I will reach my hand out...
They will grab my wrist...
Pull me down with them...
And give me an embrace so pleasant, their lips so soft, their eyes...
...
So deep that I empty my contents for even just a moment.
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This seemed a lot better in my head.
When I look in the mirror, it's a blinding blue light.
Ohhh, ohhh...
Biblos.
You have yet to disappoint me.
As soon as we connect, the blade of emotion will be wrenched from my chest.
A weapon so powerful, it needs not to carve mountains or through armies.
But through the hearts and souls of every life that walks.