Dou you know...
I always panic stricken every time the thought of only with you I can talk long about ordinary things. Maybe because often I was considered weird or even crazy, but I just see everything with more slowly and look for a special part of all that simple.
Once upon a time...
An mute missing from the necklace of small pet and I searched all over the room to make use of a magnifying glass . Found it an hour later in the middle of a dark-haired carpet, I was relieved black mute It looked and still shiny. Then I began to frequently use a magnifying glass it anywhere, not just to look for mute but to see the world.
And secretly hoping someone saw me in the same way. Repeatedly disappointed, of course. The higher the expectations that are too painful. But then so what, no longer trying? Silence is no longer looking for? No, the tears always managed to stop and I always walk again.
And we come face to face, on a page that seemed perfectly normal. The first five minutes you frown at me, like me wince to see you. Then I pulled out my magnifying glass.
Slowly I was no longer wrinkled forehead. Magnifying glass to your face and I see you smile gently, forehead you no longer wrinkled. Magnifying glass to your hand and I understand that smile for anything. Your fingers are holding a magnifying glass as well. Seeing the usual muted so special because it can not be seen anytime.
