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100 Things I love
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Pale yet perfect fractals of winter limitless in variation                  Â
Rough and coarse Earthly crumbs                                                     Â
Viscous refreshment with a hint of sweetness                                Â
Invisible gusts of the ether caressing me gently                           Â
Crimson leaves inspiring ardor, swaying softly                                Â
Fading into an ethereal realm alien to my senses                           Â
Somber songs bestowing life upon a sorry soulÂ
Caring embrace, piercing cloudy skies                                            Â
Merciful escape from the mundanities known as life                      Â
Losing oneself in illusory pages painting worlds beyond                Â
Slipping into a silent, half lit street                                                     Â
colorless lips of water descending from the empyrean above      Â
Voiceless dominion of nightfall                                                            Â
Overcoming a daunting task assigned by a certain coldhearted individual        Â
Dark, thin layers of chocolate flavored frost disintegrating in a burst of flavor       Â
Falling into unconsciousness beneath comfy layers after a hard day           Â
Ebb and flow of surging tides crashing unto the sandy shore         Â
A wistful longing invoking memories of a long dead past                Â
Gazing upon fading embers from places I’ll never visit                        Â
Natural, vivid scents sating my needs for olfaction                          Â
Elegant aromas of divine fragrance                                                       Â
Painstaking execution of blades on concreteÂ
Gleeful cries and delightful chirps, unintelligible but uplifting       Â
How the sun subtly sinks into the horizon, gifting me the eternal stillness of nightÂ
Veils of grey dissipating into dawn
Ephemeral sheets of grey traversing the endless sky                             Â
Thoughts cascading into one another as a peer out the window provides me clarity                                                                                           Â
Warmth draining from my palms as tendrils of snow engulf my emotions  Â
Frolicking flames given life and a never ending dance   Â
A cacophonous chant, the wrath of storms, plunging the world into discord  Â
The pallid siren of the formless illuminating all within her reachÂ
The sheer velocity within the currents of water flying down the inner linings of my esophagusÂ
Accompanying roving gales, the cackle of leaves, almost as if they’re laughing
Rolling hills blending into valleys of lush greenery  Â
Conversing deep-seated beliefs between close friends   Â
A phosphorescent glow amidst an ocean of darkness    Â
Blooming embers of celebration
The essence of wet earth extracted into a pleasant sensationÂ
Ascertaining tuition of interest, devoid from banalityÂ
Acquiring invaluable currency, and consequently, luxury and grandeur, if only momentarily
Consuming citrus and fibrous complexes, succulent in both sweetness and sournessÂ
Serrated blade slicing into the exterior texture of blood red steak  Â
Befitting attires as delicate and gentle as wind
Slumbering against the cold walls of my room granting solitude once more
Clear droplets on leaves early at sunrise
The imminent weekend growing ever closer
Where the sea pours into the heavensÂ
Faint shades of soothing violet
Passing individuals, a coalescing blur with evolving scenery, giving meaning to each momentÂ
Shifting sands and the passage of time, both inevitable in their own regardsÂ
Suspense of a well composed tale
Incandescent neon signs
Midnight hymns sung by graceful white ghostsÂ
Electric torrents of wrath
Silver skyscrapers as far as the eye can see
Abyss of corruption, machinery and wicked lascivious lights outstretched into an infinite expanseÂ
Walks down the street on indelible summer days
Somnolence of a once radiant star
Weaving of rain into small, gloomy puddles
Little less than madness and music assaulting my ears
Ballads of brave heroes and wretched leviathansÂ
Descent of fog taken form
Soft overgrown steps overlooking a misty apartment
An obsidian skyline suggesting a saddening tone
Snow white petals and loveless shadows
Cerulean city bathing in the afterglow
Spliced, gentle rhythms alleviating my worries
Glancing at impossible architecture between panes of glass and revitalizing drinks
The unfathomable void of star systems and constellations beyond my comprehension
Blissful pond of lilies
The ergonomics of a chromium blade in my grasp
The gliding of a pen along my fingertips
Long morning baths as the day begins anew
Catching up on breathing after intensive exercise
Finally managing to tear the itch on my back from the fabric of reality and into oblivion
Reaching the conclusion of an intriguing and well written work
Icy cubes, harsh to the touch
Successfully turning in nightmarish assignments on hellish deadlines
The snapping of a ball bearing knife as it slides open and reveals its edge
Inexplicable satisfaction at the will of a lava lamp
Days of solace, be it one or foreverÂ
Eternal motion of the hands of time
The undoing of a rigid knot
Access to a myriad of climates at my disposalÂ
Untold nights of sleep deprivation realized as the manifestation of good grades
The revelation of worthlessness as it drains my face of bloodÂ
Portraying my vehemence into words
Tropical islands concealing within them an alluring getaway
Firecrackers reincarnated as a beverageÂ
Humor of which isn’t dull and devoid of dimensions
Observing intricate seashells, each with their own layers of magnificence
Strolling along the seaside, waves nagging at my feet
A Dwindling, icy haze fated to wander the cosmos forevermore
Memories, ingrained and tangible
Translucent shrouds of silk, allowing me to avert my sight
A crown sitting atop a throne of thorns, innate beauty in its purest form
Diving deeper into velvet gardens
Absence of stress, unshackled from the everlasting chains that govern my being
Additional thoughts :
Truthfully, I don't enjoy many things. The dynamics of my existence bore me at best. Nevertheless, some elusive delicacies are still enchanting for me to observe. The common themes here should be apparent. I love the night, love as in mystified by it, there is no greater allure for me than this. Besides that, if you haven't noticed already, I hate anything and everything that is able to inflict pain upon me. In the end, I'm only human, is it really wrong to be selfish?