The rush of excitement.
The flavor of tangerines.
The scent of brewing coffee beans.
The feeling of appreciating every inch of nature that comes across your palm.
The urge to take the whole world and trace it's every inch with the lightest brush.
The sound of a calming harmony.
You'd assume it came from the fingers of a goddess sitting on the steps of a school in ruins.
Or maybe her fruity voice that somehow made you taste mangos?
Her stutters didn't seem like mistakes, they seemed as if an antic doll collector purposely placed them there.
She laughed, covering her face in the process which you didn't understand. Why would you cover a piece of artwork where it shines the most?
She seemed clueless about how much power she held over you.
Making her seem more perfect. Impossible, you recalled multiple times.
Her stumbles towards you, the slight wavy, dark hairs that framed her face, and the night skies that you envied for being able to kiss her body everyday.
They all converted her into something indescribable.
You blinked once, twice, you lost count, somehow her beauty remained as captivating as the glow of a sun.
You would find tears springing from your eyes from seeing a view you simply couldn't explain to a person with the misfortune of blindness.
It would be a sin to tell the blind she was an angel, you'd be lying, she was more than that.
You felt dumbfounded. You couldn't manage to get your mouth to spit a single word.
You were paralyzed, but in a way you didn't mind.
You had the whole world in front of you anyway.
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-Thoughts of a Depressed Teen- (How Abnormal)
PuisiI don't talk to anyone, journals are boring, so here I am, expressing my thoughts and feelings to strangers to help me cope with anxiety, depression and my insecurities over how amazing my girlfriend is. Join in on the fun by reading and sighing w...
