The Lost Thing
A good pick for an Oscar Win I'd say.
What makes something seen? Is noticing those simple and distinct things a skill, or something that yields so readily to distractions? The beauty in the abstract becomes the life blood of a witnessed life. Churning the colours and the vantages towards the different, widdling the devices down to their bare sense in the chaos of the everyday. Like a twinkle across a room, something stands out, and nothing can detract from the notice which has been visually made to the keen and aware. Suddenly it sits beside me, and awe struck as I am, my attention will not break from that which consumes my awareness in that frame. Challenging the status of every surrounding notion and image to break away the crust of those things which would over time become less noticed. I appreciate the subtlety in the whispers of distinction when standing out becomes the core of that object so distracting. Like a sweet surprise walking down the street or hallway, a slight glimmer of anything, turns out to be another rabbit hole of thoughts which cast all normals aside. Potential lies at it's peak in the first discovery of that nirvana. Everything changes when confronted by this newness of something which holds all the promise of the profound. One can never dream what will develop into the greatest change. Keeps me up at nights waiting for the next sparkle of another view, and another way. So many rabbit holes, so little time. If not in this life, then certainly one of the next ones I will see you, in that and every light. Radiance cannot be bottled or hidden forever. Shine on all you crazy diamonds, break past the rough.
What makes something seen? Is noticing those simple and distinct things a skill, or something that yields so readily to distractions? The beauty in the abstract becomes the life blood of a witnessed life. Churning the colours and the vantages towards the different, widdling the devices down to their bare sense in the chaos of the everyday. Like a twinkle across a room, something stands out, and nothing can detract from the notice which has been visually made to the keen and aware. Suddenly it sits beside me, and awe struck as I am, my attention will not break from that which consumes my awareness in that frame. Challenging the status of every surrounding notion and image to break away the crust of those things which would over time become less noticed. I appreciate the subtlety in the whispers of distinction when standing out becomes the core of that object so distracting. Like a sweet surprise walking down the street or hallway, a slight glimmer of anything, turns out to be another rabbit hole of thoughts which cast all normals aside. Potential lies at it's peak in the first discovery of that nirvana. Everything changes when confronted by this newness of something which holds all the promise of the profound. One can never dream what will develop into the greatest change. Keeps me up at nights waiting for the next sparkle of another view, and another way. So many rabbit holes, so little time. If not in this life, then certainly one of the next ones I will see you, in that and every light. Radiance cannot be bottled or hidden forever. Shine on all you crazy diamonds, break past the rough.
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