Ache, Not Only of the Heart but of the Head
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You are still radiant, soft and fragile. The complementary juxtaposition of your sharpness only furthers the metaphor of you as bowed instrument. Not like a weapon, but rather more like a string, only dangerous when broken. My heart still catches in my throat when I see you, and no matter how predictable, I still didn't expect it.
Some things never change. One might even say, most things never do, we just alter our perspective. This is not to demean the power of perspective on our lives, but more to point to the immutability of underlying concepts.
I have a headache, thankfully, it is not a migraine.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Yo-Yo Ma - Bach, Cello Suite 1 in G, S10 (song d/l)