Squirt
Bluelight Crew
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Someone gave me a rose on Saturday night, and as I was dancing with it, it broke into two pieces. I kept the most important part -- the flower bud. It gave me energy I've never felt before, coming straight from the core of its being and the center of its essence. I would sit and watch it; watch it unfolding and unraveling into this great, hidden world of light and beauty right there in my hand, revealing a whole 'nother microcosm of itself. StormChild said the scent grew stronger the longer I held it because it was made of the same things I was, and I was giving it life. I pulled off a petal for each person there, and uncovered a new layer of the light and beauty with each one.
I told StormChild to close her eyes and put her hand out, and I put the rose bud in her hand, folded her hand around it, then put her hand to her heart. The rose was so full of love and had such a complex and amazingly gorgeous universe all its own that I had to share it with someone else; it's like I couldn't handle all the love and beauty hidden within its white petals by myself.
To see such innocence, grace, and delicacy enshrouded in so many fragile layers of softness is absolutely breath-taking. To watch it reveal itself to you and you alone is even more amazing...
What a rose...
What a night...
I told StormChild to close her eyes and put her hand out, and I put the rose bud in her hand, folded her hand around it, then put her hand to her heart. The rose was so full of love and had such a complex and amazingly gorgeous universe all its own that I had to share it with someone else; it's like I couldn't handle all the love and beauty hidden within its white petals by myself.
To see such innocence, grace, and delicacy enshrouded in so many fragile layers of softness is absolutely breath-taking. To watch it reveal itself to you and you alone is even more amazing...
What a rose...
What a night...
