Her

     I went on a trip to Niagara Falls two years ago. I was on the New York balcony and I was looking down at the water streaming down, interweaving and intertwining within itself, giving the illusion of more water and more chaos. It was a colorful drip of solitude around the black oceans of infinity and whatever else is beyond. To me, it was a high beauty far from being ever in my reach. It was the most beautiful and at the same time horrid thing in the world, the inability of the human mind to have something like that, something larger than life and gorgeous but also so mocking as to say that you could never reach it, and if you did you would never be good enough or it. Like a vintage photograph, it was one of those fleeting moments you wish you could treasure forever. I felt the rush of blood in my heart from looking at the scenery: so magnificent and majestic- I was moved and gratified- and yet desperately troubled at the same time. The sense of unexpected distance was dizzying and confusing as well as provoking. It was the same with her.
     We were walking now, below in elbow, heart in heart, with me cusping her hand feverishly. I didn't need to look at her, like she was the sun, always there and always amazing, everlasting, that you needn't have to catch a glimpse of it any more than you would need to catch a glimpse of yourself. Even without looking I had known what was next to me, her features were long embedded into my mind as if to always exist their in her own corner.
     But I took a look anyway. She had magenta palms and her cheeks lit to the tune of a lovely flame, like the thrilling rush of taking a warm bath after being soaked in the rain. Her hair was pretty. Very, very pretty. The kind of pretty that didn't make a big deal about itself.
     I down at her, to her eyes. They were dark. Dark as awood, dark as coffee, dark as the chocalate in my pcket, but they had specs of
     To me this girl was so beautiful, so criminally attractive, set on a different stage then other people that it baffled me why no one was disturbed at the beat of her vibrant skips around the halls, why no one else's heart was brazenly stirred by the bite of her lips, the amount of self restraint everyone else would need to not go mad with the push of her hair, ballad of her eyes, the gold of her laughter.
     When we finally reached the area of the succumbed she began to look around insistently, scanning or other people, as if to be adamant of letting anyone else participate in the euphoria that was long predetermined and simply just now put into course. Paranoid of other getting her same gratitude.
     So finally, we were alone together.