“It’s amazing,” he said.
“What is?” I asked laughingly.
“Feelings.” he looked at me like what he meant was obvious, and for a second his eyes just stayed on mine before he went on “When you mix it with things, it ultimately makes stuff better or worse. Like when you give words feelings, you end up with poetry. Give feelings to photos, art photography. Give work feelings, passion. Give paintings feelings, art. Give a person feelings…” he trailed off, eyes resting mine once more. I felt my heart skirt two beats before I asked “What happens then?”
“Beauty,” he paused “blissful and agonizing beauty just ready to shatter at a moment’s notice,”