untitled Sherlock-POV drabble
Found in my sketchbook. No warnings.
John spoke once of turning a word over in his head until it lost all meaning. Just a string of odd sounds. That's how I feel about most people. There are a finite and often infinitely boring series of facts to be learned about them, and if I think on them too long, they become dull and empty.
Most people. But not John. He has been constantly in my mind, and yet he remains a bright spark of meaning. A beacon of undying light, guiding me ever back to him.
John spoke once of turning a word over in his head until it lost all meaning. Just a string of odd sounds. That's how I feel about most people. There are a finite and often infinitely boring series of facts to be learned about them, and if I think on them too long, they become dull and empty.
Most people. But not John. He has been constantly in my mind, and yet he remains a bright spark of meaning. A beacon of undying light, guiding me ever back to him.