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Author: Theophilus
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i wrote this after coming out of a long ridiculous depression. this was like my victory cry. hah.

s . i . x .

tornado spinning around me, a little scary but the wind feels nice on my face, gentle finger tips brushing the hair out of my eyes, its not grey like in the movies, its every shade of every color, its so bright, its lovely, like glitter, like a kid splattering paint on his paper, like that first embarrassed gaze, it’s love. Its love. And I'm finally dancing, spinning in a white dress and a black bow, arms stretching to Heaven, a little girl crying, “Daddy hold me!” I'm dancing on my toes, I'm laughing, I'm alive! Like happiness is a song I heard murmur in your chest, your sighs, a cats purr, and now I cant help but hum it every moment, it’s the rhythm of my breathing, the beat of my steps, it’s the melody to my laughter, its you.

Such gifts I don’t deserve. I'm just a mist, I'm nothing at all. And yet I'm rubies, I'm diamonds, I'm the name written on your hand, I'm beloved, I'm adored, I'm yours. It makes no sense. I'm yours. Whispered prayers with an aching voice turn to laughing, weeping joy, shouting with ferocious love, dancing with abandon, “How could you? How could you! …thank you.” It wasn’t a dream Dear, this is your life. Its real. Don’t you understand yet? I love you.

Let it consume you.

Submitted on 2009-12-23 11:43:36     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I know love is like it sometimes, but hope death is like this especially.

Yes, Death.... Why Not? For some crazy reason, it reminds me of a really good death. Gentle, rushing, a little confusing but colorful and exhilirating.... like tie-dye coffee.

It's especially death-like in the second paragraph... Your death-like, lol, which is why it is so wonderful and carnival-ish. It reminds me of the first episode of Dead Like Me, which you should see, you'd like that show I think.

Clayman sees a birth, I see a death... tomato, tomato... coming and going can be similar, you just look back more with one than the other.
| Posted on 2009-12-26 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
  Wow this really shows a passion emanating from you and a re awakening of the senses and experiencing life as a new set of pictures waiting to be taken in and tasted newly. I am so happy to see you are experiencing such wonderful happiness and getting realigned with your true self.
| Posted on 2009-12-23 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]

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