from e about me.
my face is flush with brightness, and its flickering tendencies are spoken through words that rest on the crest of some hill, somewhere between here and greatness. its difficult to give into them, to let them carry me the rest of the way. indeed i will rely on my clumsy and swaying footsteps, hoping somewhere in the back of my mind that they will lead me awry. for it is much to hard to revel in beautiful moments without thinking of the gloomy days that chase them. i would be a most unwise man to pretend those days do not exist here. but there are moments, when i am swept away by her smile, moments that feel like days in which i am laying in the whites of her eyes as if they were clouds brought to me by god himself to rest upon. and in those moments i am free from whatever dreariness my heart brings with it after all these years.
