a_moment_of_perfect_bliss sabbie thinking about that sentance... i realised that i have them often. little flickers of perfect_bliss, like the mythical fireflies in the night, like flashes of faeries, like the flickers of the pudy lights in the batcave in the dark, like a rainbow flash from the diamond in your hand [i can almost see the diamond in your hand], like the discovery grin you own and use, like the enveloping hug of flesh and love, like the brush brush brush of jesus hair, like waking up to the sound of being bought eggontoast and cupsoftea in bed. like the thought of my future. 020421 ... bethany haven't yet a moment like this pease tell me what's it's like i used to think it was the boy's eyes on a pillow for hours at seventeen what happened to that why was that so ephemeral youth is coz it's all rusted now and bliss isn't even a moment, just a word a word to hope for some meaning lying at the bottom of some yet to be found archeological find the word the digging to be done doesnt dangle sweet bliss maybe blisters from annoying reminders of how happy i used to be, of how naive i used to be, of how happy it was easy to be when i was worthy of love but i'm not starving or poor or dead 020421 ... sabbie in a whimsical mood in bethany walks holding a white velvet pillow, one bethany spent days handsewing, holding it reverantly up at arms length, like an ancient preistess in a cave her eyes mist over at the beauty she has captured for there, resting on her clumsy embrodiary is her boy's blue blue eyes staring. any other choice has been stolen away. his empty socketed head lies, discarded like a broken toy, behind her. his eyes are bleeding black and red staining the pillow the pillow she spent such time over. eyeballs slowly deflating as they loose their precious liquids and as she watches the stain progress she is wondering if he is finally weeping weeping after all this time. she gazes at her hands, the pillow, his eyes and little wilted stalks of flesh still attached to his eyes. she smiles. she considers this a perfect moment in her history. 020421 ... bethany (: 020430 ... . . 050606 ... Lemon_Soda I've had a few. Their nice. 050607 ... misstree the cusp of a kiss, the crest of a shimmering glimmering wave when lungs are full and about to burst with divine laughter 050607 what's it to you? who go blather from