Strange is really the word that explains this whole week.. Really make so much sense when that word is being introduced this week. The good, the bad, the full and the half empty is actually mixed into one big feeling, one which I cannot name.
I cannot name the feeling because I cannot identify it with anything, nothing that I have processed in my mind has ever conjure something this "strange". Or maybe it is just a stop and go kind of felling, something that is here today and gone the next day, I surely hope it is that kind.
Well that picture sure isn't helping..it was taken from one in a few, well less that a few, night that I could categorize as "special" (in some ways). I actually have a more "straight to the point" type of picture but i just don't think it is fun to be fully open when I can move things in a more subtle way.
I just put a picture that drag my mind far away from the point of which this blog post was supposed to be, now I am just typing gibberish! :D and at this point I really do not want to go back to writing about the strange ways of the week, thanks to that image now I can see clearly in my mind how that face smiled as snapshots by snapshots are made as the hour progressed, how that small hand pulls the hair across the forehead so it covered the face and make me cease my impromptu photo session, but being the stubborn that I am I keep taking pictures, and those small hands move again to cover the face from my camera.. As it appeared that the snapshots are not welcomed, I see a little smile beneath two glimmering eyes. And that, my friend, made me a happy man, even only for one night.
Because the other nights are just as empty as that plate.
I cannot name the feeling because I cannot identify it with anything, nothing that I have processed in my mind has ever conjure something this "strange". Or maybe it is just a stop and go kind of felling, something that is here today and gone the next day, I surely hope it is that kind.
Well that picture sure isn't helping..it was taken from one in a few, well less that a few, night that I could categorize as "special" (in some ways). I actually have a more "straight to the point" type of picture but i just don't think it is fun to be fully open when I can move things in a more subtle way.
I just put a picture that drag my mind far away from the point of which this blog post was supposed to be, now I am just typing gibberish! :D and at this point I really do not want to go back to writing about the strange ways of the week, thanks to that image now I can see clearly in my mind how that face smiled as snapshots by snapshots are made as the hour progressed, how that small hand pulls the hair across the forehead so it covered the face and make me cease my impromptu photo session, but being the stubborn that I am I keep taking pictures, and those small hands move again to cover the face from my camera.. As it appeared that the snapshots are not welcomed, I see a little smile beneath two glimmering eyes. And that, my friend, made me a happy man, even only for one night.
Because the other nights are just as empty as that plate.
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