Despite only an hour of rest

[flymetopolaris]

I am so happy and in love that I can't even talk about it without the words coming out all wrong, the tone not sounding exactly the way I want it to. The whole genuine sincerity of it all is what I want to convey

Comments

[invadent]

Sometimes when I read words I don't see them as words or as pictures but as pictures of words as if someone or God drew a picture of the author, outlining her eyes and hands and soul with little written words. No lines, or paint (althought there's color), or dots, just words, little entities of paintings within the painting like when people collage pictures to make a bigger picture. And I don't get art so much, what makes it good or bad or psuedo, but sometimes I see things, things that are called art and other things, better things, that people create without names, sometimes the best things, and they're beautiful and for a moment of an eyefull I fell less singular, less alone, connect maybe, like maybe my war is universal and maybe it's not a war but something else entirely.
I like your portrait.

[flymetopolaris]

thank you. that was a lovely comment. :)

[hellakitty]

I swore that I replied to this entry...but anyway! I LOVE IT. It makes me really excited to be in love with someone worthwhile. THE RIGHT PERSON! I am going to bookmark this and use it as a reference for the future.

<3

[flymetopolaris]

thank you! we should see each other more! you are so fun and cute, jennnn!