Love

I wonder how many others can relate.

Love strikes me in so many ways. The chords of a song, the flitter of a butterfly, the casual smile of a stranger.

I love so many. I love so much.

People
Thoughts
Glances
The swish of the paint upon the canvas
This song

People strike me in the same way as music. I see them dance, I see their hearts, I see their thoughts floating into the sky. Delicate beings, dancing as best they can to this song of life.

Who knows. Perhaps I'm just insane.
Perhaps I'm hopelessly lost in my own perception of things. Everhow hard I try to be out of myself and experience truth for truth's sake.

I suppose that's why I'm forced to paint.

I sit here staring at this blank screen, painfully trying to describe this thing wrapped around my heart. Ah, it is something I'll have to paint to explain I suppose.

It's as if a net has been cast around my heart and is being pulled tight so as to cause my heart to squeeze and bulge through each little diamond-shaped space. As if in any moment it will burst and all the flowers and butterflies will come billowing out.

Flowers and butterflies
Songs and dandelions
All the treasures I have stored away in my heart to take joy from at any given moment of any given day.
Ah, the treasures. His smile, her smile. That sunset, that sunrise. The scent of morning dew. The leaves that wisped across the interstate that day. This song.

This song. That song. So many songs...

And now I'm in tears

Do you know? Does anyone know? Know of this love? It's a universal love. It encompasses mankind, this planet, this lifeforce we're all apart of.

~sigh~

I haven't a clue if any of this makes sense. I hope it does and I apologize if it does not.

~Blake