Red

When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.

— Tyler Ford, Red (via http://tylerthelatteboy.tumblr.com/)

Question Existing

I was sitting in a room with 20 different people from all walks of life. Half listening to a topic I have the slightest interest of, half wandering into my jungle of thoughts. And I went deep into the most bizarre pool of thought, what’s every person’s favorite word?

So I asked my seatmate, and he answered “love.” What a powerful word. But so disappointing at the same time. I asked him why nonetheless, and he was unable to give me an answer. I understood though. Love, in all its forms, is the most beautiful feeling in the world. But while he was thinking of his answer, I was searching for my favorite word as well. And then it hit me; sometimes.

A few days ago, I discussed about a quote on “almost.” And as parallel as almost and sometimes may simultaneously be, they are equally different. Almost involves being barely, hardly, quite, but not yet. And sometimes, well, here’s why. Sometimes, because sometimes never disappoint. Because sometimes is promising. Because sometimes is a yes or a no. With the shrilling thrill of going either way yet you’ll never know when. For the same reason that most of the time, someone can not keep a promise. Or sometimes, someone may.

What’s your favorite word?

Pillars of Salt and Pillars of Sand

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love does not exist, and I have tried every thing that does. 

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated