breathtakingly beautiful

that's the kind of crap i'd say to someone. i tend to gush, but only over certain people. the ones who draw it out of me. it is not often i elicit said gushing from these giants whose feet i scamper around trying to keep from getting squished.

it's tough living in the land of brilliance, one begins to think they can do just about anything. so many bright folks for company, such winsome words, and wise counsel, how can i not shine?

today, in my own little fearful and trembling world a giant looked down and said,

this is breathtakingly beautiful.

and i am inclined to believe him.

i want to write beautifully, not just tragicly (is that even a word?).

i want to actually be published, but on my own terms, always on my own terms.

obscurity then is the price i pay.

and sometimes, when a giant says,

look how you've grown!

i see a bit farther, i look a bit longer at the horizon and how i long to go there someday. and maybe, maybe today i'll just try.