I love listening to the piano compositions that Carter Burwell did for
Twilight. It takes me to another world that I get engulfed in...my happy place. The only way I know how to refer it so others can understand is "getting dark." I don't feel dark but when others see me, they think I'm down. It's okay, they don't need to understand this state of being as long as I want to be there. It's weird sometimes seeing life in different dimensions but as long as I can go back it's okay. I wish I could stay in this realm but life won't let me right now. Call it a fantasy world or just something another could never understand.
The only lightness that exists is from the sky after it's just rained, still cloudy. The purity of love and positivity is the only thing that exists. Even when making love, the intensity is so great and heartfelt you feel like you're communicating with the soul of that person. Running through the fields of God's green earth stepping in crisp grass.The smell of fresh air piercing through your nose and pores, the wind dancing with your hair. Sounds of acoustic guitars and piano fill the air. Drinking fresh brewed coffee in brown mugs near the fireplace writing, reading, and good conversations. Contentment. Content with who you are, what you've accomplished in life, having someone complete you in ways you never knew was void. The depth of love is so deep you would protect them against anything, be partners in everything, and loving so hard, hurting one another just isn't possible.
This is MY world. This is where I get lost.
