Mysterious

I really like to think that I am mysterious. I have a whole world going on inside my head that other people rarely are aware of, but sometimes I hope a little fantastical sparkle will escape out of my eyes in a little twinkle that catches someone off guard and inspires them to dig deeper into me. The inadequacy of language limits me from accurately expressing what my mysterious world is like. But just for fun, I feel motivated to paint a tantalizing glimpse of what it's like to BE in my world. It's like walking unexpectedly into a wall of cinnamon aroma and being enveloped in it. Like it swirls around you in a sparkling mist and you can't resist closing your eyes, putting your head back and breathing in as deeply as possible as it lifts you off your feet so gracefully you don't even notice until your breath comes back out slowly and you feel the tips of your toes alight gently back onto the floor. It feels like looking into the eye of the most beautiful person you've ever seen and drowning in the depths of the mesmerizing color. It's like standing on the edge of the ocean and feeling the waves lap at your toes while you gaze down at your feet sinking into the sand and then looking up to the horizon and up even farther to the sky and realizing that you are no longer standing on the edge of the ocean but gliding silently above it, with arms outstretched, soaring towards the sun. It's like a touch of pure love from a friend when no words are spoken yet everything meaningful is said. It's like wearing a glittery, flowing gown made out of moonlight and silk and quietly tiptoeing through the trees. Like you have always been a part of the forest, that part that is invisible yet pumps intense feeling through passerby at unexpected moments for them which cause them to breathe a little more deeply and their heart to melt into the softness of rose petals and wish they could stay there forever. It's like falling into a warm soft bed that's covered with a down comforter so plush that it folds your body into it at first impact. It's like looking across a meadow of color where the colors are vibrant and pulsating. They're alive and intensely captivating, gentle, warm and inviting and sweep up suddenly with a gust of wind and flow straight towards you and whip around your body and your hair with an exhilarating energy, filling your entire being with the sweetest sense of the ultimate joy. They burst forth from the top of your head exploding into a thousand glimmering pieces that flutter softly back to the ground and back into the meadow and the feeling you're left with is absolute peace. You feel light. That's a small taste of what it feels like to BE in my world. Maybe if you watch my eyes carefully you'll catch a glint of that sparkle. I like to think that I am mysterious. captivating.