sir bellodonne (enterautumn) wrote in marginalbeauty,
sir bellodonne

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the impossibility of description

I stood in the doorway. And then it struck.

Through the dusty off-white blinds that tried so vainly to hold back the beauty. A thin beam of pure orange essence: sunlight, that pierced cornea and took my breath. I stood there and felt every single sadness fall upon, impacting my heart and mind in such a small expanse of time such that tears brimmed instantly.

I missed love. And laughter. And the uncomplicated things.

Really it was an epiphany.
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