Intransigence
1 min readJul 25, 2018
He turned the pages upside down, closed his eyes and gazed within.
A wonderfully beating heart filled up his chest; his breath outwitted him every second.
He is used to being mellowed by the sense of his own being, every now and then.
For a few moments every day, vanity seemed egalitarian; for doesn’t pleasant complexity lie in everyone? Isn’t every other being just a little kind? Just a little pretty?
But then, the breath responds with a touch of remembrance.