May 24, 2015 01:30
Eyes. Small, round, limited color in appearance. Only two.
Parts so insiginificantly small, yet play the most important part in deciding where you want to be. The beauty of being able to capture moments in every second of your life lingers at every available chance. The beauty we only seem to cherish when we're inundated in bliss, or submerged in agony. Meanwhile, therein the in between of those events, why are we stagnantly coasting through?
I suppose it's a funny thought as I experienced a lovely moment and thought, "Well, this is quite capital, but why don't I think of this during my daily routine? When absolutely no charm occurs?"
And now, here we are. Just an ordinary Saturday, sitting alone at a bar, drinking a scotch and soaking in the ability to be alive and feel anything at all.
Those round couple of small, green parts suddenly happened to illustrate a tale in colorful layers on what happens to be just an ordinary Sunday eve.
Just a thought.