4th June 2002
Just... To be... As a flake of dust on a ceiling fan blade...
No feelings. Emotionless. No breath to escape your lungs.
Just a small particle floating around. Just observing everything.
...And one day... You fall from your comfortable nest on the ceiling fan... Onto a beautiful being. A beautiful dresser. And you realize all the beauty this object holds. You stutter and stammer, in complete awe of this being you always believed you could never touch. And this one day... You are touching this beauty. Absolutely marvelous in all it's splendor.
And if I hadn't landed on it, I wouldn't have fallen in love with it. This being, possesses such a beauty that has never been seen before.
If I hadn't landed on it... I would be the same insecure, petty unnoticeable, silent, mundane, flake of dust. This being... In all it's beauty and power, has subconsciously made me a better particle...
But you see...
I am not a particle...
Nor he a dresser...
...But... He is the most beautiful being that God has created. He is beautiful in every aspect of the word.
And before I met him, I felt... As if I were no one. I felt like a mundane puppet that a forty-six year old puppet master with a beer belly controlled. Just a puppet...
