i am currently sitting on my café au lait sofa. the tall glass french door is exposing the tangerine sunset. the atmosphere gives my brain ease, releasing millions of thoughts to explode out of my mind. i love simple words. they are the roots of a sepia tree, sprouting tiny branches of new, sophisticated words. small words, big words. inconsequential and commodious. the more descriptive, the better. nothing compares to the enchantment of discovering a word you've never seen. you've never heard.
words write poems on my heart. there are some i will never forget, words i live by. forever in my memory.
the sun has set now, and the sky is the darkest blue. the room is dim and only a white haze from my screen keeps me from the blind dark.
something tells me this entry should close.
today's knowings:
orange sunsets
red-letter words
darkness
