As I often listlessly gazed onto many provoking topics, I frequently found myself pondering if my core was too crude.
I've seen many people spill their petty overabundant feelings over trivial matters and wonder how come I could stand stone-cold. It's not a display of pride, or some kind of childish fortitude I try to display with these words, just a curious exploration of my riddled psyche.
However, tonight I've been proven something I thought never would happen, as a gesture of sheer emotion that I'd in any different occasion ridicule and think to be nothing less than a pathetic emotional zeal, moved me and dismantled my whole being.
I'm still shaking as I glance upon it, savoring every word, esteeming every varicolored stain.
And on the bottom, the sincerity of my approval-although quite obviously disclosed before-marked by the few more tear stains that joined the paper, leaving the words being written right now quite unnecessary.