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A Picture Dawn With Words

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He had light brown hair, more golden then brown, which contrasted with his dark arched eyebrows. His blue eyes looked around the room not taking in the scenery. His creamy skin was smooth and patches of pink flushed his cheeks. Lips, firm and red, pressed together in boredom or displeasure.

This young man captured my interest and attention in a moment. As my eyes scanned the room, my gaze focused on this brooding male. Occasionally those azure eyes would glint my way, yet not a flicker of his thoughts played across his face. His expression locked sternly in place; like a riot could break out before him and the effort to move, even one facial muscle was too much work.

I have experienced that feeling. Your body goes as numb as much as your thoughts. Every sound, every sight, passes by with distant indifference. It is not an uncomfortable numbness. Rather the feeling of being back in the womb: secure, warm. Often accompanied by this vague feeling is the sense of nothing to do. No urgency to complete an objective or arrive at a place. Its irritating really, when something interrupts my revere.

That guy’s name, I wonder what it was. What is his personality like? Is he a comical fellow (I don’t think so) or one of those people who hold themselves aloof from their surroundings and only open up around people they care for? The type of person who knows where they belong and make no effort to fit in when out of place. A sublet confidence assisted by an “I-don’t-care-attitude”. Yes, now we’re getting closer.

Our mystery man has a least one sibling I’d assume. Outsiders wouldn’t view then as particularly close, but they are. They both may be very busy, however, it does not lessen their bond.

He may or may not have a girlfriend. High school girls may be put off by his cool front and lack of attention. But I believe that once beyond that barrier they would find the stability and affection they need. Also, I think that particular girl would feel special because he would show indifference to everyone else.

His hair framed his face perfectly. None so far, have captivated my interest more that him. And I realize this was a one time meeting. Perhaps fate will bring us together again. If not… Maybe I’m just shallow and enjoying an enticing face. I won’t lie and say it’s some sort of observation a psychologist or sociologist would do. I can’t draw or sketch– which is what I really want to do—So I draw a picture with words.

A Picture Drawn With Words

PostDateIcon March 17th, 2010 | PostAuthorIcon Author:

He had light brown hair, more golden then brown, which contrasted with his dark arched eyebrows. His blue eyes looked around the room not taking in the scenery. His creamy skin was smooth and patches of pink flushed his cheeks. Lips, firm and red, pressed together in boredom or displeasure.

This young man captured my interest and attention in a moment. As my eyes scanned the room, my gaze focused on this brooding male. Occasionally those azure eyes would glint my way, yet not a flicker of his thoughts played across his face. His expression locked sternly in place; like a riot could break out before him and the effort to move, even one facial muscle was too much work.

I have experienced that feeling. Your body goes as numb as much as your thoughts. Every sound, every sight, passes by with distant indifference. It is not an uncomfortable numbness. Rather the feeling of being back in the womb: secure, warm. Often accompanied by this vague feeling is the sense of nothing to do. No urgency to complete an objective or arrive at a place. Its irritating really, when something interrupts my revere.

That guy’s name, I wonder what it was. What is his personality like? Is he a comical fellow (I don’t think so) or one of those people who hold themselves aloof from their surroundings and only open up around people they care for? The type of person who knows where they belong and make no effort to fit in when out of place. A sublet confidence assisted by an “I-don’t-care-attitude”. Yes, now we’re getting closer.

Our mystery man has a least one sibling I’d assume. Outsiders wouldn’t view then as particularly close, but they are. They both may be very busy, however, it does not lessen their bond.

He may or may not have a girlfriend. High school girls may be put off by his cool front and lack of attention. But I believe that once beyond that barrier they would find the stability and affection they need. Also, I think that particular girl would feel special because he would show indifference to everyone else.

His hair framed his face perfectly. None so far, have captivated my interest more that him. And I realize this was a one time meeting. Perhaps fate will bring us together again. If not… Maybe I’m just shallow and enjoying an enticing face. I won’t lie and say it’s some sort of observation a psychologist or sociologist would do. I can’t draw or sketch– which is what I really want to do—So I draw a picture with words.

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