A Moment Past Average

Miscellaneous by: gigglemybagel

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This is exactly what it says. I wrote it one day after rehearsal, when I noticed I had been staring at someone. I completely forgot I had written it, and just found it today going though a composition book (one of many) on the floor of my room. So here it goes.

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Submitted: April 16, 2011

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I was staring off in no particular direction, the way people do when listening to something that is less than intriguing. Somewhere in between "good job" and "cheat out" I realized that I was staring at him. My eyes were no less than glued onto his, I was enchanted. He looked into my eyes, and I couldn't pull mine away. For a moment we stared at each other, lost in contemplation, perhaps a moment longer than you would when you catch each other's gaze, the way people do.

What I saw was haunting. In tiny orbs so brown, I knew that he saw the worlds beneath the waters. Not of worry, and not of torture, but of analitical daydream, his eyes revealed that he cared about the secrets of this planet, and of existance itself. He was the person who could be lost inside of himself, by being totally aware of everything around him. Bigger things than we can see. I saw compassion and intensity lay so gently within him.

I then looked away, and he did too, and I replayed the unforgettable moment one million times in my mind. As I looked around, I took notice that he was behind me. Set on a gray block, hand resting gently on his face, he and I were in a direction completely different than the center of attention, who was to our fronts. I wonder if he noticed that he too could not look away. Though I know his attraction for me is minimal, as is mine for him, I found him captivating, and I wondered if he found the moment we shared as perplexing and as interesting as I did. I feel as though he could understand my thoughts, that for a moment he and I connected. I wondered what he was thinking, and what it was he saw in my eyes. I wondered if he saw that I was wondering.


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This is exactly what it says. I wrote it one day after rehearsal, when I noticed I had been staring at someone. I completely forgot I had written it, and just found it today going though a composition book (one of many) on the floor of my room. So here it goes.
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