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SteelHands · 61-69, M
I have to say I'm really schizophrenic about that. I have cried from the infinite luxury of a profound moment but not that happy really defines it. More like knowing that I was standing in a moment of experience where the profound meaning of the life or lives effected...or will be effected was so far reaching. That even though I maybe wasn't even part of it that I was standing in some way, a sort of time meaning corridor. An unforgettable place like an invisible landmark within infinitely indescribable time and space.
Sometimes the depth of the thought exceed the limits of what my emotions are able to find a way to tell me what I'm feeling. They rush over me like a tsumani and it makes my eyes get all watery. Once or twice I even had to wipe aside a drop of tear. Very rare and very internal moments of gratitude for being allowed to be alive and see that shit.
Sometimes the depth of the thought exceed the limits of what my emotions are able to find a way to tell me what I'm feeling. They rush over me like a tsumani and it makes my eyes get all watery. Once or twice I even had to wipe aside a drop of tear. Very rare and very internal moments of gratitude for being allowed to be alive and see that shit.