"Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light." - Albus Dumbledore, Prisoner of Azkaban

The following is just creative writing. A mess from my mind tumbling out too fast and too lazily to find a rhyme scheme. I hope you find it has integrity.

Have you ever looked into the sky, just to find that it is the eyes of another? If you turn your back on the world that surrounds you do you think you can forget where you are? Can you lie to yourself with such conviction that you can be transported to a dimension where it is just you and the owner of those sky-eyes? When you remain in so close a proximity that the flow of Time himself is cut out of your domain, do you use that moment wisely enough? Is too little implied, too much? Am I asking too many retorical questions? Can you answer them?

In this moment there is an understanding for every word, a delicate compasion for each sentence; though you may not relate to the whole. It feels to be a universal feeling.

Each movement is absorbed and you know you will never miss a thing. The annoyance remains however: though you understand everything while it is tangiable and before you, its grasp will flitter away later leaving you with the absence and lonliness after such comprehension. This can only be filled with doubt as you analyse those whisps of memory that remain. Those teasing fragments that cannot bear justice to what you knew you witnessed.

There is always a focus for these memories though - they cannot escape us completely. You may be left with a lingering touch on your skin, a smell just out of your reach perchance. For me this time it was a smile. His smile stays with me and flashes before my eyes when I close them. It did not melt me like a book would have one believe, or have me curdle into girlish nonsence. This smile merely left an impression, deep into my mind. A first glance would show none of the complexities that lay behind this smile, and they are never present when you look for them.

It was not a smile I had seen him wear before. This smile was so complex and so simple and so contagious. It was a natural smile, a smile of a genuine nature. Involentary and honest. It is a smile I will remember for the rest of my life, in fleeting images and beautiful moments like a half remembered dream. It was a beautiful smile.



Congratulations if you bothered to read all of that. It's very raw; there was no processing of words between mind and canvas hence it's being a stickler for reading.