Thursday, March 27, 2014

Intangible Exoticism

" those things that we cannot touch with our hands, in which we lose our souls to, these are what makes life an intangible exoticism..."

If I close my eyes, I can picture Paris on a rainy day. You know, the kind of rain that teases rather than drenches? That's what I see whenever I'm listening to Erik Satie. Have I told you that he is one of my favorite pianist? He's not traditionally classical. His works have a hint of jazziness to them. At least that's how I hear them. He emerged somewhere towards the end of the romantic era but his works are some of the most romantic that I've heard. Maybe it just appeals to me. I don't know. I can never really tell with these things. Sometimes there are some things that appeal to your heart and you don't have any answers as to why. And to me, that's okay. I'm curious yes but I'm not insistent on having answers to everything. A rainbow is beautiful just because it is.

Anyway, I met someone that I had not met in close to a year the other day. It was nice to be remembered. Anyone who says otherwise is just in denial. Oh how I love the little things. In a life full of thorns, I live my days in search of the roses in between. It might not be much, but it is enough.

Oh how doth my heart beats,
Oh how do I venture forth?
Now that I've again fallen,
For what I once had fallen for
Even for a brief moment...
Just a smile,
A glimpse of starry eyes,
And that voice,
The one that strums a symphony,
It all felt surreal,
Like stumbling into a lost dream,
Like dispersing into a song,
I always knew,
That weakness in me,
So I clench my heart,
Made sure it did not fly out,
In search of that brief moment,
Breathe in and exhale,
When my eyes open one of these mornings,
I find that smile by my side...