I Am a Romantic
I love the world, and all of its intricacies. I love my senses, I love how they are my connection to reality, all relaying messages to my brain to create beautiful visions of colour, and symphonies of light and darkness, interacting to create a boundless pallete of hues, to create spectrums of infinite! I love how light plays off shadow to define them still further! I love the visions of Fall, how the leaves flutter about, how Autumn so colours it. I love the visions of cottages away in the woods, bowers with vines, and songbirds in song. Rivers that flow through the trees, and currents and creeks, avenues and groves, grottos and coves! Mansions and buttresses, spires and towers, spires and parapets, canopy beds, embroidered carpets and dresses, galas, soirées, gardens and hedges, there is so much to see! Our eyes are but one way to receive the world, but through our eyes alone we can derive symbols and meaning, and intense emotions, before we can do otherwise, we observe, to separate ourselves from our environment, we learn gestures and ex<x>pressions, and logic, through our eyes, but not our eyes alone.
I love the sense of touch, of texture, the grit of concrete beneath my toes, the leathery leaves of large, of a small tree, the crunch of them beneath our feet, in our hands. I love the warmth of the sand between my toes, the warmth of the sidewalk, and the cool of the shade, of my own hair, of another's, the soft embrace of the comforters that encompass my bed, the cold sheets on my warm skin, the breath of another soul through yourself, of one's hands inside yours and yours inside theirs.
I love what I hear, I love the sound of am empty street on a cold morning, of a busy café, I love how so easily we associate sounds with ideas, and memories, and most deeply - emotions, I love the dissonance of my voice with that of piano, or of another's voice, but I love harmonies and chords, I love how something as small as a piano can go on to fill a colosseum, a stadium, how a piano is deeply emotional, whether it's jubilant or solemn and sweet. I love words! That we created them to carry such meaning and understanding betwixt one another! To give us the ability to say exactly what we mean! But also to be confused, to gain the satisfaction of being understood, and understanding. I love how words are so intricate and beautiful, how I can make a near infinite amount of symbols from a less infinite vessel such as myself, how I can communicate the morning to you, or a sunset, how I can share a walk with you, a talk with you, how I can rhyme and give meaning through mere utterances! How my utterances are different than yours, yet we still understand each other! How beautifully intricate our systems are, our many different systems.
I love taste! And smell! Which go so easily together, but at times bare no similarities. I love the smell that a bakery gives, how with the smell of fresh bread, I too, feel fresh, how combinations of seemingly random ob<x>jects in such an intricate way, can create soups and chowders. How a flower may smell as such, but not taste as much, how a lily not only looks different from a rose, but smells it too, and tastes, but yeah.
But the thing is, I'm not just experiencing these things separately, or at once, but all at once, I can eat my cake and see it too, I can hear a bird and it's madrigal then find something equally enchanting! The World is incapable of telling us these stories if we're never willing to hear them! Open your ears! Tho it's physically impossible to close them, and give sight to your eyes, for the world flourishes with
I love the sense of touch, of texture, the grit of concrete beneath my toes, the leathery leaves of large, of a small tree, the crunch of them beneath our feet, in our hands. I love the warmth of the sand between my toes, the warmth of the sidewalk, and the cool of the shade, of my own hair, of another's, the soft embrace of the comforters that encompass my bed, the cold sheets on my warm skin, the breath of another soul through yourself, of one's hands inside yours and yours inside theirs.
I love what I hear, I love the sound of am empty street on a cold morning, of a busy café, I love how so easily we associate sounds with ideas, and memories, and most deeply - emotions, I love the dissonance of my voice with that of piano, or of another's voice, but I love harmonies and chords, I love how something as small as a piano can go on to fill a colosseum, a stadium, how a piano is deeply emotional, whether it's jubilant or solemn and sweet. I love words! That we created them to carry such meaning and understanding betwixt one another! To give us the ability to say exactly what we mean! But also to be confused, to gain the satisfaction of being understood, and understanding. I love how words are so intricate and beautiful, how I can make a near infinite amount of symbols from a less infinite vessel such as myself, how I can communicate the morning to you, or a sunset, how I can share a walk with you, a talk with you, how I can rhyme and give meaning through mere utterances! How my utterances are different than yours, yet we still understand each other! How beautifully intricate our systems are, our many different systems.
I love taste! And smell! Which go so easily together, but at times bare no similarities. I love the smell that a bakery gives, how with the smell of fresh bread, I too, feel fresh, how combinations of seemingly random ob<x>jects in such an intricate way, can create soups and chowders. How a flower may smell as such, but not taste as much, how a lily not only looks different from a rose, but smells it too, and tastes, but yeah.
But the thing is, I'm not just experiencing these things separately, or at once, but all at once, I can eat my cake and see it too, I can hear a bird and it's madrigal then find something equally enchanting! The World is incapable of telling us these stories if we're never willing to hear them! Open your ears! Tho it's physically impossible to close them, and give sight to your eyes, for the world flourishes with
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