What shouldn't turn into gold?
This day. This song. Her smile, wherever it may be.
Being finite and fleeting is what turns every moment into something worth having.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Day 26
And what is the word?
What word?
That one. The one that means more happiness than you can bare.
Bear?
No, bare. Like feet.
Like feet?
More than you can stand.
Glad?
No, that's too soft. It's bigger, more extreme.
Excited?
Why aren't you helping?
I'm trying!
Useless...
Don't exaggerate.
It's something like that.
Excellent?
No, it has to do with happiness. With joy!
Overjoyed!
Overjoyed!
Finally!
No wonder she doesn't like talking to you.
But when she does, overjoyed defines it!
You're such a cliché.
Me? You're the figment of my imagination that can't even hold a story for half a page.
...
What word?
That one. The one that means more happiness than you can bare.
Bear?
No, bare. Like feet.
Like feet?
More than you can stand.
Glad?
No, that's too soft. It's bigger, more extreme.
Excited?
Why aren't you helping?
I'm trying!
Useless...
Don't exaggerate.
It's something like that.
Excellent?
No, it has to do with happiness. With joy!
Overjoyed!
Overjoyed!
Finally!
No wonder she doesn't like talking to you.
But when she does, overjoyed defines it!
You're such a cliché.
Me? You're the figment of my imagination that can't even hold a story for half a page.
...
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