A treasure. A white rose among the black. A lovely rose indeed. A great flower that cannot wilt, but grow a gorgeous petal for every beat of my reawakened heart. A mighty bloom to douse my gray existence with a vast sea of cheerful color. You may possess a few troublesome thorns, yes, but that only adds to your untouchable brilliance.
That's the last one. I promise.
I didn't mean to make you cry...
I felt so wondrous while wrapped in your words. Colors were brighter; a luminosity I could scarcely believe existed. I heard enchanting melodies I would never have even had the thought to open my ears to before. Even the most putrid of scents would have smelled like a valley of the sweetest white roses- as beautiful as your darling soul. My heart was thawed and washed clean of the hatred it had so long withheld. My smile was genuine: A testament to the overwhelming joy I sensed lurking within my soul.
"A moment of pure elation flared through the sorrow. A smile touched not only my lips, but my heart as well. I discovered a purpose- something to strive for. For the briefest of moments I was lost to euphoria rather than the shame that foreshadows my soul. I saw a light. No, not the uncertain flickering of a candle, but the mighty roar of a hungry blaze feeding on all the awful memories. My eyes fell upon words that inspired the poet within instead of proving to the outward cynic what a desolate world it is in which we struggle to survive in."
Have you read that before? It's one of the more readable ones...
Beautiful, maybe. But do they make sense? Not really. That’s what frustrates me. These words float across my consciousness and pester me until I write them down, but they don’t make the least bit of sense.