the most beautiful

posted on: June 28, 2013

The right red. The tallest tower. Straight lines. An architectural shoe.

A museum, any museum. A stage full of dance, music, art, life. The oxygen of spring and fall. The look of wallpaper and wood. Photos hanging everywhere--of your family and your places.

When someone sees you. When you discover something in a book that isn't written. Watching someone else discover it too. A literature class, in a circle. Trees and nonpretension. Transportation that isn't a car. The trill of dry cereal as it falls into a porcelain bowl.

Being broken and fragmented and split, but happy and honest and open. All at the same time.

3 thought{s}:

  1. All of this. All of this.

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  2. reading a post like this.

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  3. I think we're all a little bit of everything at the same time. I'd rather be split and broken and honest than the alternative.

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