This is beautiful. I used to have a phrase for the inverse of world beauty fomo. It was "being in love with the world" and it ceased to happen for such a long time that I forgot. But when I was connecting my life and perspective to what's lovable about the world, that phrase was a structure I could compare degrees of my enthusiasm to. But now I'm ok and enjoying the things I collected during my dulled years, with sadness and appreciation. I'm glad I collected what I could!
Oh yes, the thing I wanted to mention. I also love a smell, honeysuckle and peony are ones I rely on to boost my steps between the next whiff of neighboring bush. Boy. Love a smell. These two get stuck in my nose just right. Their seasons are easy to mark a year by, set my nostalgia clock to. I put a spell into my friends then-new romance during peony season once, suggesting she relish the wafts while in her phase of considering this deeply capable poetry man she had found. I wasn't a witch back then, but maybe I was?
This is beautiful. I used to have a phrase for the inverse of world beauty fomo. It was "being in love with the world" and it ceased to happen for such a long time that I forgot. But when I was connecting my life and perspective to what's lovable about the world, that phrase was a structure I could compare degrees of my enthusiasm to. But now I'm ok and enjoying the things I collected during my dulled years, with sadness and appreciation. I'm glad I collected what I could!
Oh yes, the thing I wanted to mention. I also love a smell, honeysuckle and peony are ones I rely on to boost my steps between the next whiff of neighboring bush. Boy. Love a smell. These two get stuck in my nose just right. Their seasons are easy to mark a year by, set my nostalgia clock to. I put a spell into my friends then-new romance during peony season once, suggesting she relish the wafts while in her phase of considering this deeply capable poetry man she had found. I wasn't a witch back then, but maybe I was?