User talk:Leondo1591

1) Water's Society is Our Society
Friday. The water has cleared up. It mocks the bright sky to the best of its abilities. Because in this weather, it still shivers on the surface, making timid waves, stunned... Stationary as if poised midway from crashing. It lingers, unsure of where to go, waiting for a single crest to start a chain of chaos. But there's Nothing. Every molecule too stubborn to move, yet is anxious enough to unleash its fury upon its closest neighbor. This tenseness is covered in false blue vigor, waiting. Waiting for a spark. That even a slight breeze will blast oceans to the sky.

2) Train(ed) Beauty
5:39pm. She's trained. The way she strokes her hair to the side. Her forced smile that seems to be so charming, as if innocence has taken over. Her thin but dark brows have sustaining sorrow and yet!-her brown eyes say something otherwise. Trained beauty. A product of poised posture, too humble to admit that she is more than just a work of art. She smiles at me and quickly lookes down for reassurance. Reassurance of not seeing my reaction. This warm reaction too much to digest, as the scene passes by, without any force.

3) Tomorrow Seems To Be Too Much Tonight
2:23am. Wednesday. Can't sleep, not because of anxiety or excitement, but of some emotion/emotionless state that cannot be explained. Thoughts of previous encounters of buildings, people, colors... The past can be a wonderful thing to have: It can minimize uncertainty and prevent any more mistakes. The past can also be a terrible thing: It can put one in a situation like this: unable to put words together, much less make rational decisions.