That which is hidden

we are naturally drawn to that which is hidden.

we see a canvas filled with colors but in the corner there is a small, clean, unpainted space. our eyes will go there first.

our ears hear that pause of silence in the midst of the cacophony of whirring conversation. we listen.

we feel the air brush by from the hand which almost touches us...and we yearn for that connection.

we hold that moment right before a kiss...that unbearable torment of waiting... before ending all fantasy.

we are instinctually driven to seek out the pauses..the empty spaces...for the simple reason that...

they fill us.

The word for today is...

"VISCERAL"

i dreamed of saying this word over and over and i reminded myself in the dream to remember this word upon awakening. and so i have.

thoughts?

Inventing quotes...

If you ever want to entertain yourself as I do...invent a quote!

Here is my attempt today:

The elegance of man does not rest upon the fact that he can stand upright, but more so that he can stand at all, despite the gales of nature and human nature which constantly threaten to bring him to his knees.

What can you come up with?