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[xaara]

Sometimes, when I'm not looking properly, the air just shifts around me, shimmers, and whispers in a language I don't understand. The only way I've ever been able to capture it is in ghazal form, and even then, it's inadequate. We filter our descriptions of experience through a system of approximations--this is like that, but more closely still like that--and nothing ever is.

This is beautiful.

What is beautiful?

Beautiful is like the way shadows blur with the sunset. Like the way silk sheets slide against your feet, like the taste of coconut milk or watermelon. Like things you can't see and things you never thought to look for.

The night weighs gently against my skin, pricking sweat and cooling it in turn. It calls me to sleep.

Comments

[ravenclaw-devi.livejournal.com]

...and that is a beautiful LJ entry.

[xaara.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :)

[quellefromage.livejournal.com]

Always rising above the mundane, you are. Why talking like Yoda, am I?

[xaara.livejournal.com]

Because small, green, and shriveled, you are?

Just a guess. :P