Slight eyes and heavy connections

We are all so inside of ourselves. But sometimes, while being so inside of ourselves, we find that we are so outside of ourselves; that while we are huddled up inside, we have a part of us that reaches out to other people. The heart, or the brain, or maybe even fate, as I've heard it been referred to, finds itself doing things that no science will ever be able to find an answer to. WE FEEL.

I was having a moment, where in the movement of everything around me, I managed to be in a place where only I existed. I was able to relate to the music I was hearing and FEEL for every person in my life that applied to those words.

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I think it was a mix of things not being the same and because the lines were so perfect and I wasn't going to get the chance to know those lines. And things were quiet, and you could feel the uncomfortable-ness. Perhaps two could, anyway. It was as if there were unspoken words spoken through the corner of a mirror and small talk. Or the slight smile I tried not to wear.

Or it was those blue lightning-like rays that shoot from eye to eye straight to the heart when you somehow have a connection. I heard somewhere that you get that feeling when you knew that person in heaven. Maybe that's the case.

Or maybe, just maybe, I get ahead of myself.

TODAY THAT SHIRT HUNG MORE PERFECTLY 

THAN ON 

ANY PERFECTLY CHISELED MANNEQUIN

 I HAVE EVER SEEN.