But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention – to you
You’ll say you understand, you’ll never understand
I’ll say I’ll never wake up knowing how or why
I don’t know what to believe in, you don’t know who I am
You’ll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I’ll never need a lie
-from Never Is A Promise/Fiona Apple
I was reading a book today and from there I saw this equation: romantic = solitary + introspective. Hah! I’ve always thought I am one, albeit the hopeless type. There may be no cure for it, like that Mesothelioma treatment exists, but, come on, that’s the best kind.
See that excerpt of that song there above? I can think of at least three different ways I can relate to those lines. I do tend to romanticize things a lot, and probably not in the way people usually expect.