Mirage.

I have a wonderful view right now. A view that not only excites my eyes, but my mind and heart. It’s nothing I’m familiar with, yet everything I know. It’s like a sweet aromatic view that lures my senses in. I smile slyly, knowing what my emotions are getting into, but I let them explore the view. I introduce my body to this feeling, a feeling it never fails to recognize. Its dangerous and enticing, and a big part of me doesn’t want to acknowledge it. But it’s as though my body, mind, and heart are doing everything and I’m simply a spectator. I watch the way it recognizes the different attributes of this view, and the way it correlates it to what it’s known before. It’s mysterious, and the mystery is precisely the reason behind its attraction. It examines this view doubtfully, yet it wants to deem this view different than all the others. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, my view is blurry. Reality sets in again, and clears the blur, dictating that my view was simply a mirage…a mirage of what will never be again.