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...written on 2008-10-28, @ 12:59 p.m.
Something swells in me even though I have no veil to mask it. It blossoms, a spectrum of pinks and blues, on dainty stems and overcomes the shreiking orange of practicality. A tendril of warmth battles the frigid fingers of reality and I succumb to it. The heat is impossible to escape even if I wanted to.
At the last, I will throw up a veil, numb and blind, to defend myself from my own tremulous heartbeat. Like heat and warmth and color and depth, it too will rise up and beat against the fragile makings of the world.