A mini-post perhaps. I don't really want this to count for anything cause I don't think it will quite be long enough, but I felt it was necessary to share and hey I might be wrong. Still, this will be more of an informal and sarcastic post, rather than the more serious stuff I tend to post. Hence, a blurb.
A new post will be up tomorrow, perhaps discussing the eye-opening experience I had reading this Emily Dickinson poem, or maybe something about the Lovecraft I had been reading lately, or analyzing a movie...or a song... there are so many things I would like to do, but haven't gotten the chance or the concept of putting it out into words and comprehensible language. Then again, that is always the fun of writing.
Here's your fun mini-post, enjoy;
There are many ways you can describe to your girlfriend that you appreciate her beauty as she spends time in that eternal regions that she experiences whilst she dreams.
The first option is to be a hopeless romantic, telling her that you thought of that lame Aerosmith song that is too catchy for its own good, and then proceeding to be that guy with the guitar and singing it for her.
I could stay awake, just to hear your breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping,
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life, in your sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment, forever.
Wow dude, that'll be something she remembers. Maybe she'll think of you when that song comes on the radio after you guys end your relationship. It was pretty hopeless in my opinion.
...then again, you could throwback to the early 19th century and recite some poetry for her.
No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel forever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear [your] tender-taken breath,
And so live [for]ever--or else swoon to death.
Nailed it dude. Get some roses and candles, you just put yourself in the romance business. You smooth, sly dog.
So pick your poison, if you think the guitar and somewhat off-key singing will win her over (please never try to hit that high note again), go right ahead. But if you think you can recite some poetry like a smooth Samuel Jackson (for the word I really wanna use... well yeah), and want to relay the same message, know you now. Crazy how these days, love is just "everything that's been said before in a thousand ways by a thousand songs (and poems), some with the same four chords."
(Shout out to my references. I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing - Aerosmith (1997), Bright Star - John Keats (1819), and finally Repeat Stuff - Bo Burnham (2013). I want to thank The Academy for this post. Good night America.)
(Word Count: 488 words)
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