Tagged: comfort

Library Lusting.

I look at this room, and I feel a sense of quiet.  A sense of peace.  There’s a stillness here that permeates the room.  The inlaid ceiling (an exquisite touch), soft natural light, and roaring fire add a comforting, mellow touch that would most certainly ripen any creative mind.  Add a slew of anonymous books, and boom….this room earns the week’s Library Lusting top billing.  This is indeed a book lover’s room. 

Library Lusting.

Something about this room stuck with me.  Though highly ornate, some comforting, inviting undertones reign supreme. High, breezy ceilings and a flood of natural light help add to the fresh ambiance, and the plush couch speaks relaxation.  Tuck a neat little desk in the back?  Perfect for writing.  And the gang of books would keep a reader occupied for eons.  Oh yes, this is most definitely a book lover’s room. 

Library Lusting.

Deep, dark wood (and even deeper sofas), tall ceilings, high windows unleashing a torrent of soft natural light…and the best part?  A gang of anonymous books lining the length of both walls.  If you could avoid falling asleep on those bed-like sofas, you could get some major reading or writing done in this room.  True enough, this is indeed a book lover’s room.

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I followed the spirals of the galaxy through the mirror of
your eyes-
a flight amongst the stars,
past the cold mountains of yesterday
pockmarked with the gashes and scars of their
trials,
floating in solidity and alone in a mass of
collective silence-
I drifted to the origin,
the rupture that began with a tremble,
the tremble that rumbled to a tremor,
the tremor that roared across the black
like a brush coated with a pigment as
red as the blush on your lips-
I flew to a fracture of the first second
and was blinded by the absence of time,
the absence of sound,
and the smallness of the moment encapsulated
within a grain of mystery-
I soared the spirals of the galaxy
within the comfort of your eyes,
a flight amongst the stars
and among the stone sentinels,
through to the origin and weaved
within the first breath-
I wondered what was beyond the wall*