Have you ever stumbled upon something or someone that appears to have a quality you are drawn to? I mean, we all have at some point, but I mean really drawn to.
We all have things that evoke interest, curiosity and pleasure, but every now and then something will slip through the cracks. Something you didn't see coming... and then you are left breathless within it's soft, uplifting embrace. If there would be a way to enshroud yourself with this feeling, this sense of oneness, the purist of unions would surely be formed. It's something that you want to begin anew each moment and remain through the last vestige of light withdrawing from the day. Mostly, it is something you can never quite have. Sometimes it is a new person in your life; other times it may be an affectionate memory of fonder times or the astonishment that comes when you feel as one with an artist. That you can identify so wholly with them and they with you, although you have never met. We all have our own ideas and ideals and I can tell you that mine are atypical. Not all artists create with a brushstroke and the attraction I feel is cerebral - all intelligence and emotion and other non-palpable riches.
So, dear, spiteful God, why have you loosed this curse upon me? The fear of the downfall is horrifying.
3 comments:
Wow, I really liked that post. Though it was vague- I could relate to that feeling. Hoping to latch onto that one thing that you strike a chord with, striving to keep it near you. Though I'm not sure what your's is in reference to, I do know the feeling.
Thanks Hans; it's good to know that there are others out there that still feel - especially when everyone seems to have become so desensitized to the world around them.
Oh, I believe most people still have feelings. It's just that too many of them live under a shroud of fear that yells at them to keep quiet or they might offend someone. That or they think that their thoughts are evil and disgusting and that no one would understand. It's very self-defeating. Maybe if more people talked about their feelings, we would have fewer homicidal maniacs, fewer people dependent on depression medication, and better work environments. Now, I'm not so naive as to think that "Sharing your feelings never hurt anyone" because that very action has gotten many people killed. I would rather be a martyr than a brick others use to kill the martyr with...
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