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Center your thoughts around your genuine interests, what you find beautiful. Say what your heart finds pretty and your mind finds surreal. Share your inspiration...
To delve into one’s brain in such a probing of ways can be dangerous. But what if it could be magical ? I wouldn’t describe mine in that definition, I’d say judge for yourself. To me, they’re as clear as windows:
Fog at night making it look like the night sky is cloudy.
Dirty paint cups with the remnants of someone’s imagination swirling together.
Sunlight reflecting off of blown bubbles.
Cars delicately gliding across a small puddle in the midst of the night, headlights gleaming.
The sound of loud laughter in a public setting.
The smell of vanilla drifting off of someone as they go about their busy day, leaving a trail of kindness-in-a-scent wafting behind them.
The feeling of reaching up at the stars or a tall building, just to live within that moment for a second longer.
The steam that echoes out of a hot, delectable beverage.
The warmth of a soul that you can feel from even the strongest distance because sometimes silence means everything words can not dare form.
The short, breathy scoff people tend to exude when they’re embarrassed but not really, they just have thoughts held in the captivities of their eyes they’re not yet ready to express.
The way we tend to cut ourselves off right before we get to the good parts of our speech, the most vulnerable.
The delicate clicks a gaming controller makes in an empty room because you’re too drawn into the virtual reality that lies before you to worry about mundane things such as white noise.
The bound edges of a fuzzy blanket, holding it together by small threads youd assume would break in a washing machine yet always remain intact.
The moments you wonder if you, yourself, are intact.
Are the people surrounding you right now intact?
If they aren’t, do they know?
More importantly, if they are, do they know?
The oblivious space of ungratefulness we indulge in on the daily swarms the consciousness of mankind like bees in a hive without a queen.
The difference is, they are in chaos at the loss of a gift they have consistently recognized and appreciated with utmost excellence.
We, on the other hand, are clueless to the flabbergasting fact that life is indeed the greatest gift of them all.
Because it is the rarest.
The nature of the world,
The ocean’s depths,
The creatures who inhabit our environments,
The music created each day by the most ordinary of influences,
The feelings we too often wish would cease,
The beauty of flesh and bone connecting in such a symphonic way that the universe devoted their atoms to create you, to create us.
The genuine interests of individuals is what I find beautiful.
However, the most pretty and surreal thing to exist is all around you.
And the most inspiring piece of art the world has to offer... is simply found within yourself.
