Now and again I get the feeling of being ensnared in a dreamlike store filled into bursting with all the toys I cried for but never had as a child.
Like when I look at overwhelming beauty who wanders around unaware of it’s quavering truth.
A heartbreaking flawlessness. An exquisite irony. A paradoxical joke.
The fact that I didn’t miss it when it breezes through makes me burst into a wistful disbelieving smile.