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Insanely Inane Thoughts

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

Walk

He held her hand tenderly as they waltzed across the busy road. She cringed at the epithets they were being christened with but he was oblivious to them. To him, the world began and ended with her; which was true considering the world was round.

To him, she was like the morning sky being painted with the golden hues of the rising sun; her beauty grew by the minute threatening to blind him if he gazed at her for too long.

To her, he was everything that was beautiful. Even right now as they were crossing the road, he breathed life into everything that was around her. The vehicles were not a lifeless mass of steel; instead, they were the chariots of desire that propelled people towards their dreams. Of course, the desire to capture one's dream can be so consuming that it can turn into a nightmare but he didn't convey this to her. He colored her mind with his brush of vitality and conjured images of grandeur and she loved him for it.

A car swerved and another honked; he had been looking the other way.

She let her fingers play against his palm and he looked towards the honking car. He waved his arm and smiled at the driver who swore at him passionately. She giggled as she let her fingers take a life of their own. He giggled with her as he guided her towards the sidewalk.

They made for an odd couple; yes. A blind and a deaf in love with each other but for them, it was this quirk of nature that made the world so vivid and beautiful.
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