Daniel Bird Daniel Bird
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A beautiful and somehow comforting beginning!

Daniel Bird Daniel Bird
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There is something brilliant about this part. Something that I cannot wuite put my finger on, but it seems to have to do with a connection. A real live, breathing, feeling connection that somehow exists simply because there is no judgement passed, as though it is simply a moment unhindered by such a thing. It has a delightful simple quality about it that is hard to ignore. Like two people sharing the same fire in a cold dark world.

Jim Miller Jim Miller
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"I silelntly wish to get away from them, to escape where we are." I wish I didn't know the feeling.

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i see angels above me, i see demons below me, fighting over heaven.

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Her smile is as comfortable as a cozy chair.
I find it hard not to envision a dozen angels
singing in unison like some sorta divine choir
each and every time I hear her soft laughter. 1 comment

Deep inside her eye's a million colours swirl
and constantly move about like some spilled oil.
If you look closer into the heart of her pupil,
you can see the birth of thoughts she'll share.

It's quite strange to realize it's been forever
since I could make eye contact with a pretty girl
and feel calm, feel complete; and not crippling fear.
With her, I feel no underlining pretense or anxiety.

With her near, I feel at peace standing perfectly still;
like a piece of abstract art; some old, sculpted statue;
something worth while, something made up of her style.
My body's quite pale but she said she doesn't at all care. 1 comment

I may as well be a book, she said, because she'll remember
me like some complex plot from a classic, literature novel.
She laughed and said I may as well be made up of braille
because my every thought she can see as if it's physical.

'Serenity,' always felt to me as nothing other than a fable
told by doctors to patients so neurotic they can't at all care;
yet when I sit next to her, my phobia's all seem to disappear.
To be honest (which is rare), when ever I'm close to another,
I silently wish to get away from them, to escape where we are. 1 comment

With her, it's different, with her I felt myself more than care.
In fact, I did my best to will clocks to not move, to stand still.
The conversations we had felt surreal and I knew then and there
that we'd never run out of things to debate, to passionately share.

With her in my company, it was absolutely impossible not to
imagine a rare exhibit at some museum that is more than rare;
because as the day dissipated into just another blurred memory,
I felt like if I seen all she had to show, I'd still truly
still feel as if I hadn't seen it all, hadn't seen anything at all.

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