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One Of Those Days, You Know The Ones

laurasteer — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 06:04:42 +0000

One of those days where there’s just no reaching glory. No music is loud enough to rattle your bones. No speed is fast enough to chap your skin. No oxygen is dense enough to quite fill every part of you.

One of those days where if you were an explorer you would be repelling into volcanic craters to discover new species. If you were a surgeon you would be saving lives and pulling forty-eight hour shifts because that’s just what has to be done. If you were a cop you would be kicking down doors and swinging guns at bad guys and maybe taking a bullet for your partner.

Peril.

Risk.

Thrill.

People dying and living, but only one or the other — nothing in between.

One of those days that doesn’t leave you breathless, doesn’t leave you wanting more. It just leaves you.

What Heaven Might Be Like

laurasteer — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 15:59:03 +0000

A little bit like this, but stronger. A fragrant B flat chord, a dandelion tasting like “I love you.” Red feeling smoother than before and vibrato growing much taller. A little bit of everything working as one. Some heightened humanity. A pinch of art, a dash of hallelujah, and all of it coming together to be very, very good.