It was one of those days... where it's a minute away from snowing, and there was this electricity in the air. You can almost hear it. And this bag was just... dancing with me, like a little kid begging me to play with it, for fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this...entire life behind things...and this incredibly benevolent force...that wanted me to know that there was no reason to be afraid...ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know, but it helps me remember. I need to remember. Sometimes there's so much beauty...in the world. I feel like I cant take it...and my heart...is just going to...cave in.
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beauty has many forms.
its like.
lying down in the middle of the roof, getting drenched in the pouring rain.
walking down a road, through a cave of trees, as a pleasant breeze blows past.
sitting under a cool shade on a pavement beside the busiest of roads, and observing everything around you flash past.
it is staring a packet, dancing around in the autumn breeze, with red leaves.
there's so much beauty in this world..
'Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain.'
is often misunderstood unless you share it with someone.
"Sometimes, I'm afraid I'll forget"
from Everything is Illuminated.
=)
What Sambit says echoes my sentiments. last night when i came back home, i saw a dried flower on my pillow that the storm had blown in. a dead flower. beautiful, nonetheless. the flower and the discovery.
and yes, sometimes there is just so much to take in that one feels the heart might explode into tiny little pieces. troo, that.
I can never see anything without seeing it as a person.
Or living atleast.
I do love the world.
The only fear is of oblivion.
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