A Terribly Colossal Heartbreak

Thursday, December 29, 2011

William Fitzsimmons has the words that are making this perfect.

I've been lost in a sea of smiles. Someone else's, obviously.
Cheesy lines aside, I can't be sleeping this early inspite of an ultimatum to make breakfast tomorrow morning. Screw that for a while.

This smile's not going. Warm, fuzzy feeling. The knots in stomach and the cold arms with goose-pimples. Unattainable yet the thought of it is so appealing that you never wish to come to terms with reality. No reference to Brahman. This can't be ruined with the Indian Philosophy Experience. This is much better in every aspect. It has that which is despised in the aforementioned. That, which humans thrive on. Surely, it can't be all that bad.

Ever felt like the viewer from a distance, who can see can feel everything but he, himself is invisible. He is the atmosphere. He is omniscient. In his view is the most appealing, aesthetically beautiful object that is unattainable. Yet, from a distance, this being admires.

Yep. That's me.


Vintage is pretty. You are prettier.

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