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As he drew closer to me I knew. In that moment, that millisecond of darkness when his face blocked out the sun. I knew. He approached me with all the ferocity of a lion, and all the passion of cupid. In that moment, I knew we would always love each other.
Hearts, candies, comfort, love, rich, creamy, light, fluffy, cake, chocolate will never leave a woman in need. For this reason many women turn to it in times of distress or heartbreak, chocolate releases endorphins in the brain making us automatically feel better. But can chocolate make you laugh? Can it bring you soup when you are sick? Can it help you think through your problems? Or is chocolate just a means of escaping from reality, an easy way out of your troubles and back into feeling good?
Projection, volume, concentration. Stage lights centering, forget about the audience, none of them could do this anyway. None of them could stand up here, with no way to tell what is about to happen. None of them could stand isolated on a stage and pull music out of thin air. Ignore it all, approach the microphone, and open a vein.
Through the door, the windows, the walls. Through the barriers, the awkwardness, the silence. Through the air as it thickens and condenses with tension, leaving a dewy haze all around you. Charge through our inhibitions to find the truth. Charge the day.
The sweet smell of spring flowers after a light rain coats their soft petals. The lulling calmness of a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Crisp fallen leaves crunching under feet in the autumn afternoons. The warmth of hot chocolate during a winter snowstorm. A loved ones sweet sultry perfume, despite how you try the calming and addicting fragrance will appear to you wherever you. For whatever reason, you have that fragrance connected to a positive place in your mind, and there it will stay.
No thinking, or worrying, or nervousness, or doubt. Nothing is up to you, you are just an object, an extension, of the controller. It tells you where to go, when to be at a certain place, who to speak with and who to avoid, what you are to do, but never why you are there, why you are important, why you must meet certain people, why the things you do are significant. You are just a vehicle in the race of the controller.
Silence. An overwhelming darkness. Nothing can penetrate. Cutting off everything from the existence and knowledge of the world. Excommunicating from the mainstream and from all who embrace it with reckless abandon. Social suicide might possibly be the best decision that an individual can make to enhance their own growth and self-exploration.
As she pulled away, all I could do was watch. There was no room for me in the life she had made in my absence. When we said I love you, I thought it was forever. She told me its forever. What happened? She changed... She changed schools, friends, goals, lives, styles. Where is the girl I left when I went to college? Who is the woman before me? This wasn't our deal, she broke it. Friends?! As she wrenched me from her arms, I knew it was permanent, she would never come back.
Developing photography never seemed to complicated. Watching the film turn into captured memories, that was hardest. Seeing his face pop up in pictures, even though it would never visit that field or feel the warm sun again. Who knew that the darkroom would turn into the only place I could go to seek solace and remember him the way he always was: happy and free.
Letters combined to make words, given meaning by their sentences. Different for every person and every interpretation of their context, the joy in life and the mystery of the world documented and examined.
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