Entry tags:
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
Summer makes me think of beauty. And sensuality. Delight and ecstacy of the season as new buds bloom. Sometimes it all feels so out of reach, an unattainable goal. It's a loss that feels almost heartbreaking. It can't be explained in rational thought. Experienced? Yes. Not explained. Don't even try.
Many of my most perfect, most beautiful moments occured in the height of summer. Something about the heat stirs the blood and draws us to act. Days drag on and last forever and clear skies at night are illuminated by a bright moon. Primal urges emerge as flesh concealed under warm layers is bared again.
There's nothing that quite duplicates it. Paintings and poems try to emulate it and come close. But the written word is not the experience because we cannot experience words.
Many of my most perfect, most beautiful moments occured in the height of summer. Something about the heat stirs the blood and draws us to act. Days drag on and last forever and clear skies at night are illuminated by a bright moon. Primal urges emerge as flesh concealed under warm layers is bared again.
There's nothing that quite duplicates it. Paintings and poems try to emulate it and come close. But the written word is not the experience because we cannot experience words.