oh my. i do not have time to write concisely!
what a sensational feeling. what a marvelous melting melody of magic.
happiness in life surely must be a scrapbook of moments like these.
surely, they must be, for i have not know a moment like this in months, and even so, it was a moment that in itself, retained all the feelings of memories i hold so close, my own scrapbook, ebbed and flowed into a single new shard, which will take it's place amongst the endless pages, resurfacing when i will not know.
how? how did this come? how on a clear sunday night, beneath the lights of the manufactured, sailing over the smooth concrete runways, did this come about? such harmony rarely greets the soul on such a night, where the lightning seems to flash where it is not wanted, yet no rain falls on leaves calmly swaying in the wind - thoughts are not split by such distraction. perhaps it is that, or the melodic harmony of sound revertebrating behind glistening blue eyes, that provoked such word, the essence of love captured in few. and not just from me.
'i remember this one night, after a really nice day of swimming and relaxing, and we decided to walk to my house from the pool, and we were still wet, and the sun was burning us as we walked, slowly drying our damp skin and clothes. and we got to my house but i didn't have a key, but we had these popsicles, these ice cold popsicles, and i remember we sat down on the white hot concrete, and the sun was still out but because we were wet we didn't mind, and we sat there and ate our ice cold popsicles and looked up and watched the sky. i don't think i can remember a better feeling than that, you know? it's just amazing how all these things pan out in front of your eyes.'
and i smiled as i listened, and things began to pan out in front of mine, the trees seemed to run besides us as we flew. and then i spoke. inspired, i spoke, of the feelings that i cannot ever imagined being topped, i spoke of my white hot concrete, of my day under the sky, of my own sweet cold colored water swimming through me, for it was the best feeling i knew. i spoke of a moment that i see as timeless, as a moment that only the gods can fathom, singularity in a sea of individuals, all of whom moved as one. i spoke quickly, frightened by my words, but i spoke truly, and warmth spread inside me, from heart to every tip. i could not describe it fully, not all tasks are possible, and perhaps there was much left out, but it was there, the core was there, and i spoke again. and the core was there. but that wasn't it, that was not what i was trying to say, the core was there but under layers of muddled sentences. and thoughts screamed, and they fought, and they lusted for supremacy in my mind, before suddenly one broke through, and i spoke again, one last time, i spoke words that i have never heard. if love is impulse then that is proof, for impulse pushed me to speak, yet the only thing different, was that love urged me to speak of love, and to capture love, in one defining web of words. and oh how i spoke, something so pretentious and conceited, but so true, for that is love to me. that is love, the apple of billions of eyes. and i found it's meaning. i found it! can you not understand me as i speak at this moment? i found what love means! i said it out loud! do you all not get it? what a sparkling revelation that i had known for so long, yet never managed to hear it for myself. nothing seems to matter now, what time can do means nothing, what day can do means nothing, what night can do means nothing, what word and touch and sight can do means as little as as anything else, for i captured it, for i capture at that single moment, what love means, what it meant and why it did, and everything else for the rest of my years will be based on that sentence, and that sentence alone. when asked of love that is what i will say, and what i say it what i will mean, and by god how i will mean it.
as i left the car, the clouds vanished, and my eyes glistened just a little bit more.
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