Sat on my knees, heels to spine. My mind chases a jasmine tiger through an expanse of nothing. I've slowed myself too long and too often to seize it. At my age, the governing rule is diminishing returns.
Momentary thoughts of scald-scarred fingers are washed away by a breeze of winters; I am a vessel of emptiness for a moment, the size of a grain of sand. Eyelids closed, chin turned down.
Just a infinitely tiny eternity of peace.
I open hazel eyes; I find tranquility secretly brushed onto my faintest of unexpected smiles.
10:07 p.m. - 2014-10-27
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