5/17/07 02:25 am -
like a fairy tale. you see someone so overwhelmingly beautiful, and you lose your sigh and train of words. like walking through a forest, and catching a slight glimpse of the radiant sun sitting at the very top of the leaves that shroud its bright rays of beauty. i couldn't keep my head up, so i only catch glimpses. maybe its hard to believe. the ever so elegant princess on her throne. its funny, i can only picture her like that. ever given the chance, she could be all the shining stars in my night sky. someone to look up at and help you gather your thoughts, lace the loose ends that make days seem dull, or just sit there in a frame of space, shining so bright, and just admire. I just keep running at a loss of words. Through my eyes, she seemed so divine. Insane as it sounds, i felt like reaching for all my feelings, my emotions, my heart... and offering it as a gesture just to hold her hand, or feel the warm embrace of a hug. heh, I'd wander the gardens of the world to pick out one flower of each, and ask her which one she likes best just so i can say to myself that I'd really do anything for someone like her. I'd lose the ability to open my eyes if she was to slip out of my hands. Its like being given this most flawless, exquisite diamond in the world, something you could never trade because you're so drawn into its ravishing preciousness, but would do anything to cherish it. what if i was ever with someone like her? its like the introduction to dawn in an endless night, where the time paradox of complete darkness suddenly becomes mobile at the wim of time, and you watch the sun rise again. at the sight of something so rare when you're adapted to a world that's spent wandering in the dark, you can't help but gaze and feel its hope through its resilient radiance. what seems completely impossible can seem to be done by just reaching further with your fingers. you can almost feel its warm embrace, like its hugging you. like the way she hugged me. suddenly flowers bloom, the balance in the world becomes centered, and the resplendent rivers frozen in jade suddenly flow its crystal clear waters once again.
heh, i sound like I'm 15 again. completely in awe, but still the wishful dreamer. until then, I'll continue to hold the memories close to my heart until i meet someone i can open a palm with. for someone like her, I'd write forever even if i can't seam the words together to capture the moment.