I feel like a boy moth flapping his wings around a lady butterfly.
I feel like a beggar who wins the lottery, like a tennis player who, having a match point, serves an ace, like a thirsty adventurer who discovers a oasis in the desert.
Like a little boy whose broken toy is glued together.
Like a tree cut down to become immortal, by being turned into a book.
Like an apple core thrown carelessly into a ditch, and that in time, grows into an apple tree.
Like a pair of joyful ducklings quacking on their way to a blue river.
Like a heart-shaped cloud.
Like waltzing butterflies in the moonlight.
Like a mean mosquito about to bite a sleeping girl’s shoulder.
I feel like blue eyes, like delicate ears, like straight noses, like peachy lips, like ivory teeth, like slender necks, like smooth wrists, like exceedingly round breasts, like funny bellybuttons, like indecently placed beauty spots…
Like a sharp needle that pricks a beautiful woman’s thumb.
Like hot sand on which bare feet walk.
Like a glorious ray of sunshine bathing a gorgeous girl’s bum at the beach.
Like red slippers in sprightly dancing feet.
Like ice-cream melting in a pretty mouth.
Like the dark sky when the stars turn on their lights.
Like red lipstick smeared on kiss-provoking lips.
Like the bedsheets a woman’s hand crumples at night, while enduring the sweet torments of love.
Like long inky locks of hair sprawled on a fluffy white pillow.
Like rumpled bedsheets that lovers leave behind them in the morning.
Like a wedding dress that a mother once wore, and that now her daughter wears.
Like a wedding ring that once put on, is never taken off.
Like a pregnant wife who’s told she will have triplets.
I feel like deaf Beethoven when he conducted the 9th Symphony on 7 May 1824.
And like Newton when he saw the apple fall.
And like Hemingway when he cut away adverbs and adjectives.
And like Oliver Colors when he paints, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth.
Like a firework exploding in the sky, coloring the night.
Like a well-shaken champagne bottle about to burst.
I feel like a glass filled to the brim, that’s overflowing…
(This post complements How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?)
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Like having my second serving of cotton candy.
Candy mars the tooth Addie. 😦
Yeah but… 🙂
That is so beautiful 🙂
Yes, the painting is. 🙂
Hah, yes the painting is, but, of course, the words are even more beautiful 🙂
Like everything makes sense, like everything is worth it 🙂
‘turned in a book’ – very nice!
‘having triplets’ – not sure this will always be taken too well!
You’re right about the triplets, but I couldn’t help it!
Very nice. So many great images. I am left with the apple core tossed away as that is what I won’t be able to forget.
Next time you visit the countryside you might pass by an apple tree laden with fruits…
And I’ll know where it came from!
Boy with a Hat…are you in love? 🙂
It happens all the time. 🙂
I feel nervous like a man in a four dollar hotel room.
I feel like Johnny Cash.
I feel like a man who jumps off the Titanic only to be rescued by Flight 93
I feel like Hitler on his wedding night.
I feel like driving to Texas and back,
Some proper American feelings.
If Vincent Mars were a caterpillar I would tiptoe vigilantly around him.
If I were a caterpillar I would crawl toward Coco…
Do you know the story of the dancing caterpillar and the envious tortoise?
words fail to appreciate. soooooooooo gooddddddd:)
You have an awesome name.
Oh mein gott! =) this is exactly correct Vincent. Especially tge indecently placed beauty spots. Lovely.
Do you have any beauty spots? Decently or indecently placed?
Of course. A few decently placed, and one incredibly indecently placed.
Like sleeping on the golden tears of the sun, and waltzing on silver broadwalks on the moon.
The sweat of the sun and the tears of the moon…
Incan religion =)
Thanks for stopping-by and liking my art Vincent!
I’m also a fan of Leonid Afremov, his artwork is awesome, as is your post : )
He’s a great painter he is!
Like having the first bite of my favorite pork noodle when I’m terribly hungry at night! Haha! Nice post by the way 😀
Yes 😀 why worried?
Is that healthy food for a girl? *Still worried.*
Haha you don’t need to worry, I eat it rarely :p
The moment when I can’t relate to an Adele song =D
Adele? Rumour has it…
Like there’s a rainbow explosion in my heart.
Like my blood is made of glitter.
like being caressed by a chocolate truffle …a sweet mellow moment that envelopes me with goodness
Candy mars the tooth! I’ve said this before and I will continue saying it!
ahem, i have beautiful teeth.. 🙂
Not for long…
You feel a lot.
I just feel alive.
Or maybe you just feel a little bit German…
I’m not talking to you anymore. ;).
But I shall weep. 😦
I’ll stop eating Polish food.
…or you feel a little bit inky.
it was quite expressive and u covered almost every feeling!
they are some words brother let the words do the talking
I feel like the notes in the best song I ever heard just became the clearest and most beautiful things I ever heard and every second of them is like a moment I can never say is wasted time.
Like dancing in a brand new dress,
Like falling and never having to land,
Like feeling the cool rain of Autumn against my cheeks and not being cold,
And like my heart will expand to the point of combustion
I feel invincible. I feel like I have a purpose to get up from bed. I feel that just my smile is enough to inspire happiness and joy. And I feel that I can do anything.
Can you touch your toes with your fingertips without bending the knees?
I have my doubts young teacher…
Yes I can!! Because I do yoga 🙂 and I can place my forehead on the ground too, with legs open and straight at the knees. Like this http://cf.ltkcdn.net/yoga/images/slide/149566-600×450-forward-fold.jpg 😀