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Counting, always counting. One piece, two piece, three piece, four...So many numbers going up and up and up. Always getting higher, never going down. It seemed to him that there would never be an end and he would just keep climbing into the sky.
"They march to the beat of their own drummer."
What an odd way to put it. They had never thought about life as being a marching band. Nothing about living seemed to be so straightforward, so orderly. They had never felt that they marched at all...not even to their own beat. Life was about running, hiding, winding, searching; none of this "in a straight line" business.
Her fingers glided gently over the keys as if she were caressing a soft kitten. Playfully they danced, producing a light and happy tune that filled the dusky air with soothing bliss. I smiled and sipped my wine, basking in the late sun's warm glow.
Sunshine radiates from your smile. When I look at you the warmth spreads from my heart to my toes, sending fireworks through my veins. If I could get any more cheezy, I assure you I would....
It was a long, slow-burning sunset. The sky burst into flame in a pinkish hue; sparks dancing around in the clouds. Their underbellies glowed a dark orange and reflected into the water on the horizon.
She was a busy, busy person. Always scribbling something into that little agenda book of hers. Its thick leather cover would grow warm in her hands as she entered times and dates, names and numbers. This was a woman of words. Always writing down words.
It was rhythmic. Listening to the sound of the machine blipping in it's cadenced pattern was almost hypnotic. As my eyes fluttered open and closed I felt a sort of peace wash over me. It was too late to struggle, so I gave in to the soothing sounds, and faded away. And so the beeping ceased.
I can feel the joy running to my fingertips. It is like someone has hooked up an electric current to my body, but I am numb to the pain. Stepping out into the world I feel the heat radiating down from the sky, warming me to the endless possibilities that await me. Too long I have been waiting for a moment like this. How I crave the touch of pure bliss.
It wasn't quite the same, but it fooled me for a little while. Shaped with similar curves and corners, bumps and rigid lines, I wouldn't have noticed the difference if I hadn't traced it with my hands a million times. The thought of you clouded my head, but deep down I knew that this heart did not belong in your chest.
I cannot describe how she makes me feel. Every time I gaze upon her glassy surface, I see the sunshine reflected and it brings me joy. Every time I watch her rise and fall, tides swelling with the wind, I delight in her playfulness. Every time she storms, throwing the tantrums she is known for, I am in awe of her, wondering at her power.
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