Her Picture
Every time I see that picture I feel a warmth unlike any other deep inside of me. Her beauty captured in one portrait, a beauty that's so powerful it makes me feel weak and strong at the same time. So strong that it paralyzes me and make me obsess over her.
The moment I gaze upon the picture I'm pierced by her stare. It feels like her gaze is staring into the deepest and coldest part of my heart, a part I didn't think that it was possible to even have any feelings. A vein that isn't suppose to be there, a hidden vein if you will.
This feeling is so strange, the instant I'm feeling that warmth inside of my heart I am also feeling my body going numb and cold. It truly feels like being turned inside-out.
What is it about this picture?
What is it about her beauty in this picture?
No wait!
What is it about her?
Is it:
Her hair being blown in the air?
Her ears that are pierced?
Her smile that highlights her highlights her cheeks?
Her eyes and her eyebrows?
Or is it something more?
The moment I gaze upon the picture I'm pierced by her stare. It feels like her gaze is staring into the deepest and coldest part of my heart, a part I didn't think that it was possible to even have any feelings. A vein that isn't suppose to be there, a hidden vein if you will.
This feeling is so strange, the instant I'm feeling that warmth inside of my heart I am also feeling my body going numb and cold. It truly feels like being turned inside-out.
What is it about this picture?
What is it about her beauty in this picture?
No wait!
What is it about her?
Is it:
Her hair being blown in the air?
Her ears that are pierced?
Her smile that highlights her highlights her cheeks?
Her eyes and her eyebrows?
Or is it something more?