i love it! the frustration, the pleading, the simpleness of conceding... it seems as though the chance has been taken, yet unrealized, it hangs in the air like the afterglow of fireflies, uncaressed, simply fades away.
i feel i could point at least one single concentrated evocation that this rhythm came about from. but of yours, i am grateful that there are other sensations it could bring as well.
it hangs in the air like the afterglow of fireflies.. so it does, and is.
i love how words, when properly caressed, take on a life of their own and become markedly more beautiful as a whole rather than apart. to be able to read/write something that can be interpreted in multiple ways by multiple views is something i truly cherish. i only wish i had more time to aspire some collaborations that they might spill forth with more fluidity from me than they already do in their sporadic and often intrinsic manner.
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it hangs in the air like the afterglow of fireflies.. so it does, and is.
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