Europe's in my veins

There was nothing in that moment but darkness. The words danced on the tips of tongues, fading out of thought as soon as they were grasped at. Tiny dust motes caught in a sliver of sunlight - now you see them, now you don't. So huge, so overwhelming, that no words would lend themselves to the occasion. None would allow themselves to be so tied up. For the very abscence of the one thing that's always longed for, the experience is all the more poignant. Undefined in the darkness, but pure. It asks for nothing but a steady sort of patience, to trust in the very thing that escapes the senses. A sad faith that dwells in the hearts of dreams, permeating everything but leaving no trace. There is nothing, and everything, in a moment. A single thread in a tapestry of experiences, each alone beyond recognition. Tongues cannot wrap around vowels, minds flick through empty discriptions that won't stick. There is only silence for such an occassion. It is beautiful, and it is there. It will be over in an instant, lost to pale shadows of recollection with a mere blink of an eye. But the inevitable should not always hold sway. Time waits for no man, yet we are here, and it is now. For a moment, that's enough.

I feel as if eloquence has escaped me these past few weeks. Perhaps I've only really had delusions of eloquence? My mother said something to me the other day about writing that I know she meant in the absolute best way, but which threw me off kilter a bit all the same.

Ah but none of that matters at this time of the morning.

The Fragments/Exit Wounds combination still kills me just a little bit.

I should sleep. Really. This is why I don't nap in the afternoon. My sleeping patterns are confused enough as it is, without throwing added zzz's in where they don't belong, regardless of whether my eyes have a different opinion or not.

P.S. I love how twitter is now even starting fueds.

Music: De-Lovely - Robbie Williams
Mood: Quixotic