ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
Your frail, bird wing shoulders, the porcelain slip of your skin, the delicate bones that keep you grounded. Everything about yourself that you hate but I love. The softness of your stomach, the strength of your heart, the contrast of your tiny freckles. My sparrow, my dove, my everything, some day you will fly free from your body; I just ask that I may hold it one last time before you escape.
Strange world, stranger people. I like the strangeness though, I like not knowing people or things, I like the getting to know those people or things. I find it fascinating to get to know a persons smile, the feel of their skin, the cadence of their voice. I like watching strangers get to know each other too, the awkward fumble for things to say, the slow smiles, the way they will twitch from nervousness. It’s like a dance, one so beautiful yet so strange.