My Scratch Pad

:: complete and incomplete thoughts, daydreams and illusions ::

Living

Not only because it felt like
a breath of fresh air
but because it was
actual breathing
It wasn't just because
the sights were new
but because it was
really seeing
Not because it was the sweetest
melody
but because it was
wanting to listen
wanting to walk,
run, sing, talk, jump
smile, laugh
Not because it was fun
but because it was
living

He breathed.

by: distantorigin at 09:22 | link | comments

Fleeting Moments

It's those short, fleeting moments, of joy, that you remember most as the fondest of memories. It's not when you spend long hours or many many years with someone, but when a second feels like forever, and the minutes seem to be as long as hours. You know, when time stands still. When, since the moment is only for a short span of time, you can play it over and over in your head without forgetting any detail... and it brings a smile to your face every time.

Earlier today, he smiled at me.

Okay, it was because I called out to him first and said goodbye--he was on his way out. But he smiled still. And to someone in love, that's all that matters. Everything else is just irrelevant detail.

He won't remember me saying goodbye to him, I'm sure. He probably thought that I was just being polite... The way he was being polite when he saw me loitering around the water dispenser looking worried, and so he asked me why I was so serious. Yeah, he was just being polite then. But like I said... Irrelevant details...

He asked me why I was so serious. We had an actual conversation. And he offered some advice to my made-up problem. And later, he asked how things had gone... Like he was actually concerned... Well...

by: distantorigin at 05:55 | link | comments