That feeling when you know that you were part of something beautiful. It is in itself inherently beautiful.
I. Me. I made something amazingly beautiful. I’m proud.
This is nearly the first time I’ve felt that. It’s better than anything I know. The feeling sent shivers throughout me. Crying here because it brings tears to my soul instead of tears to my woe.
Find me another word for beautiful.
One reason I fucking love music. :3
Monopoly just got real.
Fallow raindrops flicker through my fingers.
They kneel by my knuckle
But solemnly roll away.
Dumped down to darkness.
Never do they stay.
Absorbing an amount
I imagine what could be
Clouds consume my consciousness
Folding effortlessly fails
Pawning patter for putrid pails
The canary will care for me
Til the patter stops.
Easter sunday is on 4/20