you know those moments? the fraction of a second when your teacher slips in a word of praise that goes absolutely unnoticed by everyone but sends soft firecrackers off in your chest, a compliment in the middle of a totally different conversation, that one second when you ignore the little look of worry in your friend's eyes when you stand too close to the road, the little moments of euphoria, the tiny soothing happiness tickling your chest and giving you goosebumps, you know that feeling?
now imagine feeling that ALL the time.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
