"It's a lovely day today," she said softly.

Her voice has never sounded so angelic. I can't stop staring into her eyes. She's so beautiful, why haven't I realized how beautiful she is until now? Why haven't I realized everything is beautiful?

Henry squints his eyes as they slowly adjust to his surroundings.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I'll close the curtains so it's not so bright in here."

"No, leave them. It's beautiful."

Wanting to jump a thousand times as high as she can, scream at the top of her lungs, cry until her tear ducts are dry, she smiles and grasps his hand for she knows that today, really is, a lovely day.

Awaken from a coma.

First Real Party

Goodbye Sweet, Sweet World

Perfect

I wrote this, bored out of my mind, trapped in a 10 X 10 cubicle for 8 hours. You can imagine how much time I had on my hands to actually think about all of this rubbish and actually write it down. 

What determines perfection? It is said perfect is no such word, it's not determinable, it's unexplanable, only imaginable. Yet the collocation of perfect and the elements in our life are inflated to everyday applicability. A flawless day of sensational weather is conceived as a "perfect" day. A task accomplished without inaccuracies is considered perfect; although only to the one the task belongs to. However, to someone else, that task could have been finalized with still, some faults and blunders in his view. Is "perfect" simply an opinion? It is definitely not a reality nor a certainty. How is one certain something is perfect? He can seek judgment from others, but considering the disparate attitudes, beliefs and viewpoints, their agreements cannot be assured. Is there a reason for this term? Since nothing can exactly distinguish "perfect", does it even have a preeminent purpose as to be considered in the world's compilation of words? Yes. It's profoundly beautiful. Satisfaction, contentedness, bliss; all of which disperse out of the body of perfect. 

The First Kiss

The start of what I hope to continue..

Purpose: To reach inside my mind and extract physical images of dramatic circumstances. 

Conclusion: A new discovery of my artistic ability.