The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Touching the Dream
Not all you thought it would be.
Touching beauty.
Caressing its curved form, the smooth surfaces. A sudden ache in your
chest, you yearn for it even as it's within reach. Want to stare forever
and at the same time devour it, absorb it.
Touching glory.
Expecting it to burn the tips of your fingers, it burns so bright. But
in the end it's cold, only light but no heat. And for a while later, your
hands glow faintly with the residue.
Touching the dream.
Running your hands through the silky, wet, gelatinous texture of it,
covering the fingers and then retreating back to its previous form.
Info:
100 words