The World, Dressing up, and Romance

Today I felt special. So I wore things that were special. People ask me why I care so much about dressing up, and it truly is not to look nice for anyone in particular, it is not to go with what I see in a magazine or poster. It is not for anything other than because it makes me happy. If I look a certain way, I feel like I'm acting out a part in a play. If I feel down, I like to dress the way my mood is. Dressing up is so fun, its like wearing costumes to me, things that I find appealing, even if it does not look to others.

So yeah, this is me, today. I got lots of compliments believe it or not. One from my teacher, she was inspired on telling me too. I even got some compliments from little girls playing around in the bushes. Today I felt very nice. Everything looked nice today as well. The humidity and wind erased all the fogginess that the pollution leaves, making everything look so detailed and real. This is why I love the rain, it looks everything look more real. So there I was today, observing everything with great detail, looking at the way the walls withered with moss and blackness from the air's dirtiness. It all looked so beautiful. The green vines climbing up the walls, taking them over, or not even that. Something much more romantic than that. The vines were dancing with the wall, hugging it, caressing it. and people ask themselves how it is things "look romantic". Well that is the answer, it IS romantic.
The way that the fog encases and protects our mountains, an act of love. To expose itself to human hatred, a hate towards what we cannot see, in order for her mountain to have her privacy, to be with her. Him, the cloud, to look down at her from above is not enough in this romantic pair, he must come forth to love her. It is romantic. I am in love with the world today.



Today gave me great pleasure Tomorrow will too, in my hopes.