Sunday, August 4, 2013

Is it foolish to romanticize life?

YES.

To romanticize life ... is such a foolish act to do. Such a foolish act indeed. 

But you must ask me, must ask me!, "would you romanticize life?" -- yes. Oh, yes.

It is as foolish to do as jumping into the Green lake in the summer, in my underpants. Or perhaps naked, braving the ice-cold lush waters. (Sweat starts to condensate upon my palms as I type these words, I'm noticing. I'd put to say that my palms are feeling the heat within these words that I type...ing) Again, it is such a foolish thing to do, and a foolish thought to think of too! But what's more romantic to a man to be thought of other than of a fool, such a foolish fool? 

Thinking of the times I feel the sky is talking to me, or the light that is filtered through my window's blind displaying the mood of the moment in me I am left wordless to describe or name. 

Such is a foolish feeling. And such a fool I am of a man to feel such. Yet I feel sweet romance.

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