electricity.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

elizabeth browning, how do i love thee

what a night.
i sense this lightness in the air.
and i see the extremeness of everything.

and i'm happy for some, disappointed in some.
but overall, i'm satisfied.

there's this electricity tonight.
just all around me, fleeting but powerful
and in their eyes, i see completeness and submission
submission to each other ; to environment.

and there's a song inside me
a poignant tune of sorts. because
on one hand it's pure euphoria
and on the other, it's the manifestation of grace.

i am happy for you.
and i know you're happy for me.


In the words of the great Kazakhstan hero: great success!