why untitled, unwritten?

I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

No. 43

The room sparkles.

She lies across the bed, a little smile across her face, eyes shut because her happiness sparkles inside her more than the dusting glimmer of fairy lights stretched across the headboard.

Happiness, she believes, is never too good to be true, but it is never forever, either.  So she marvels at her happiness and tucks it away inside, glittering all the more when no longer near the surface, so that she can pull out a little glitter at just the right time, whenever she needs it.

It never does run out.

Inspired by this beautiful image from an unknown source