Your normal lackluster life is somehow transfiguring into something beguiling, scintillating. Something you hadn't pictured because you never could. It's like you're seeing the world with a fresh pair of eyes. You turn and look into the eyes of another. Smiling, a quote spills from lips:
"He refused to be bored, chiefly because he wasn't boring." It's like the missing pieces of your life had finally come together and you were witnessing its glory in the flesh and bone.
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What We're Made Of.
Teen Fiction"The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour" -TS.
