If I'm allowed to sit down and ponder long enough, provided that I am comfortable and full-bellied, I always appeal to a higher beauty - a half-formed belief in something ever-grander. Mundane details are shed. In its places are streaks of languorous aesthetics and happiness. Sunlight through pale green foliage. Mauve infused dreams. The curve of your lover's spine, when you silently approach.
It's semi-religious, and why I title myself a romantic.
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