Monet Moment There they were. Two hands intertwine into one. Seemingly blank stares accompany empty movement; subtlety that could only ever be read by one another. They are too close to feel a difference in where either of them end or begin, too small are their differences to be acknowledged. Slow slow shallow breathing, the earth itself heaving beneath them. Sweetly painted ethereal hues shifting across the sky. Twittering black dots circling in ever higher spirals with wings unfolding, stretched before them. The cautionary wind clumsily tripping and carrying itself across their still bodies. Clouds appear like water lilies, drifting across the vast expanse above. The moment is arranging itself too perfectly to register as more than a passing collection of sights and sounds and sensations. Two hands intertwine into one.

Meat Sweats Two stops before he arrived. Unfortunately two stops wasn't an awful lot of time to deal with a cold-turkey-induced, systematic failure of what he, perhaps over-dramatically, deemed to be his entire body. His nerves were shot and his fingers trembled. He pulled his coat tighter around his sweating body. The presence of even a slightly nauseating perception of reality was making itself more known to his body than he cared to admit to himself. The swaying of the carriage, the squeaking of the doors; sights and sounds that he cared little for. It was the first time in a good while that he would lay eyes on this blonde haired boy, indeed his blonde haired boy. An organised meeting had been hanging over him for a while. It was time to oblige. Yet here he was, in as bad a situation as ever before. He stepped off the train and promptly caught sight of the blonde haired man in fact, responsible for this much anticipated rendezvous. "Look at the state of you man! You only had to last three days without the red meat! That's all the doctor asked: three days!" Our man simply shrugged his shoulders and wiped his heavily perspiring forehead: "YOLO?"

OTH "Most of our #life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on a highway. But sometimes the moment stuns us as it happens. And we know this instance is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever."

Hello Funnily enough I was quite content with the 140 word limit on Twitter. Having just joined this quirky community however, I look forward to the expanse of 'blank' that limitlessness offers.