Silver cups and angels
I edited a bunch of posts today- nothing new, just fixed a few posts so that 1:00AM grammar could be improved upon by my 3:00AM grammar. Clearly, I have to now create some 3:00AM ramblings which can be improved upon by 4:00AM grammar.
For my birthday, one present was some money and instructions to "get myself something nice" and among some more practical gifts; I went to Funk N Grüven and bought myself two small silver cordial goblets. What caught my eye the most about them were the fingerprints. Years ago someone handled the silver and after years on shelves, the fingerprints had tarnished themselves into the silver as semi-permanent reminders of past owners. One set of prints large and broad, the other small and slender, those fine clean lines told me that years ago a man and a woman had held those two cups and shared some sort of drink; apparently their last drink from those cups as the two cups were now aging in a shop downtown. When I got them home I had to think for a while about what to do with them; leave the fingerprints as a reminder of what the silver once meant, or use a little polish and bring the silver back to it's old shine. After some consideration I took some polish and brought each of the cups to a shining gleam; it's time for the two cups to move on from holding memories on a dusty shelf and share new drinks. Who knows, someday even I might find a new set of slender fingers to share a drink with.
I'm not holding my breath for that drink though; it's not my place in life to be with those elusive slender fingers. By no means are nice, pretty girls absent from my life- the issue is that it never works out between me and angels. I know that my angels cannot stay in my life and I do not begrudge them for it; I will always happily watch a beautiful sunset but it makes no sense to curse the night which follows it. All of the angels in my life do their own wonders, I thank you all for the smallest of your smiles and the shortest of your kind words - brief moments are what makes life worth living.
Cheers,
For my birthday, one present was some money and instructions to "get myself something nice" and among some more practical gifts; I went to Funk N Grüven and bought myself two small silver cordial goblets. What caught my eye the most about them were the fingerprints. Years ago someone handled the silver and after years on shelves, the fingerprints had tarnished themselves into the silver as semi-permanent reminders of past owners. One set of prints large and broad, the other small and slender, those fine clean lines told me that years ago a man and a woman had held those two cups and shared some sort of drink; apparently their last drink from those cups as the two cups were now aging in a shop downtown. When I got them home I had to think for a while about what to do with them; leave the fingerprints as a reminder of what the silver once meant, or use a little polish and bring the silver back to it's old shine. After some consideration I took some polish and brought each of the cups to a shining gleam; it's time for the two cups to move on from holding memories on a dusty shelf and share new drinks. Who knows, someday even I might find a new set of slender fingers to share a drink with.
I'm not holding my breath for that drink though; it's not my place in life to be with those elusive slender fingers. By no means are nice, pretty girls absent from my life- the issue is that it never works out between me and angels. I know that my angels cannot stay in my life and I do not begrudge them for it; I will always happily watch a beautiful sunset but it makes no sense to curse the night which follows it. All of the angels in my life do their own wonders, I thank you all for the smallest of your smiles and the shortest of your kind words - brief moments are what makes life worth living.
Cheers,
posted by Owen Lewis | Saturday, April 30, 2005
1 Comments:
Silly Owen,
there’s someone for everyone out there. I thought I would have been able to convince you of that by now, I guess I'll just have to keep trying ^_^
P.S. Not all angels have slender fingers: I'm told cherubs are really quite chubby!
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