Where I Stood

The room felt as if it were an open sky of sunshine and soaking tears.  It was really quite something and nothing at all in that moment.  The fragrance of violet and rosemary swept all, leaving only room for the taste of salt on such a tasteless yet vanilla late afternoon.   In its latitude, the space was devouring.   Silvery peach lined the walls of elbowroom.  Spiraling deep into thought, to only compass every crevasse for some glimpse of meaning.  Lines become defined and faces look of a stony iron.  Unfurnished emotion that yields from what once held the capacity of something so immense it seethed in its own symmetry.   Muted howls creep each corner of the occasion.  A centralized tremor begins to make way throughout the room.  Like a phantom leaving a soiree, the room slowly purges of all open sky, sunshine, and soaking tears.  Anew, it eventuates.