Spending my days speaking French with my books and writing poems whit my eyes to the timeless tunes of Sarah Vaughan. Sometimes the most distance is covered in the safety of your bedroom. The greatest adventures are found in the silence between the moments that otherwise pass you. Great is the sensation of a new experience, greater is the sensation of a new perspective.
Like when a sentence just pulled the rug under your reality, you look back and realize there was this entire beauty to it that previously escaped you. And now you just sit around mesmerized at this new found perception that seemed to be so modestly hidden now seams insultingly obvious.
It’s like falling in love with the ugly girl in class, for her own modesty in the way she dresses like she does not even know she is the most beautiful thing in the sky.
