Allure of a Stranger

The music played. Conversation made. His thoughts, his smile, his eyes, his brief intoxication- simply beautiful. 


From a bloom he sprang. He reminded me of poetry. He reminded me of moments. Like sunlight streaming through a dazy windshield, the feeling of warmth when your cold and excited, or comforting chaotic vintage art. 


Dusty pages torn apart. But somehow better than just a new boring book off the shelf.


I wanted to know him. 


  • Goldfinch60

    May your wish come true.

    • Sunshinefalling

      Alas, I feel it shall not unless another comes to take his spot.

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