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Friday, December 19, 2008
The Idealist In the little corner of her universe, there she is - bended and a crumpled up Furball. A sense of contentment surges from her heart, a feeling of wonder and amazement towards the mysteries contained far above, far beyond. The eyes on her head are always gazing upwards, her hands are always wrapped around two bended knees. She transpires and receives warmth in return; her breath circulates within the tiny enclosed space between herself and the wall she faces. "What mysteries does the skies filled by the moon and stars speak of?" "What is truly beyond that wide, translucent planar above my head?" Mysteries that fascinate the curious mind, leaving one with the wildest of imagination. Always gazing upwards, there is no Fear. Incomparable darkness of the universe and the terror of the empty space behind would it be to the Light of the sky. Serenity fills the heart. Undivided attention. Silence. [Copyrighted, 2008] Labels: Self-composed 2:45 AM
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