Essence Of Our Happiness © Surazeus 2025 02 25 Reluctant to understand why trees cry, Candice wanders out glass doors of high school, along high chainlink fence of the sports field, past restaurants, clothing stores, and trinket shops, then sits on wood chair outside car garage where Beowulf in overalls fixes engines. "I had no epiphany about life encoded in proverbs of secret wisdom," Candice mumbles as she ignores the cars flashing sharp rays of sunlight in her eyes, "though I observed the landscape of this world composed of objects human hands create." Grinning as he adjusts small engine part and twists the monkey wrench with subtle nudge, Beowulf glances at the teenage girl wearing purple jeans and puffy pink coat, and gold silk scarf wrapping perm of blonde curls, with lots of makeup masking her cute face. "Every time I see your Greek goddess face, just like those statues in museum halls, I see perfection of the human form expressing ideal beauty of design in classic yet unique features that glow with star-vital energy of your soul." "There you go again talking in weird riddles, which shows you could run your own company if you want to wear the slick business suit and hire talented people with mad skills where you provide essential services that help companies manage their finances." Chuckling as he fiddles the engine core, Beowulf considers her compliment, "Though I am no David with sly slingshot aiming to conquer Goliath for wealth, I feel inspired by your calm confidence that I could slay dark monster of despair." Peering at his face as he tweaks the engine, Candice sees halo of light on his head, "Though secret nature of our lonely hearts, core to the self of our specific being, eludes our sight, we ever strive in vain to create meaning for life where not exists." Kissing her mouth with chuckle of respect, Beowulf gazes into her green eyes, "Therefore our search for the meaning of life as we progress on road of our desires where we create our fate with each new choice becomes the essence of our happiness."
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus walking by the garage clandestinely photographs the car mechanic as he crouches before his blonde girlfriend to capture the essence of their happiness.
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