He breathes my name and there is more magic in the dulcet tones of his salted caramel voice, than any fairytale could even begin to imagine. His mouth blows the forgotten embers of magic in my bones. They burn the stardust alive and it encircles my spine, it makes me glow. And the truth is, even the sight of his calloused hands have me biting my lower lip at the thought of what spells they could cast on my body.
It’s so weird how life is so full of moving around – people coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person’s going to steal your heart. You never know which place is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe.
“I am a thief and a pirate and a traveler. I have set foot in three different worlds, and lived. I have shed the blood of royals and held magic in my hands. And a ship full of men cannot do what I can. “
To romanticize the world is to make us aware of the magic, mystery and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, the finite as infinite.
The insertion of new habits or the changing of old ones is the only way to preserve life, to renew our sense of time, to rejuvenate, intensify, and retard our experience of time- and therefore renew our sense of life itself.