“Something so beautiful, identifiable, and familiar to us is enough to raise even portions of our physical flesh to the heights of Heaven.”
– Modern Romanticism
How real is it to feel something so lodged in the mind? Of something so dark, that only ever the depressed individual could understand, is never felt during a moment of being uplifted.
Though, to be raised, in being given hope, is always among the beautiful. Everything beautiful, comprehended among the sculpted flesh, becomes not the identification to us as the insecure, unaccepted individual. Though, we each become equally beautiful, when we are raised to the acceptance that love brings.
As we hear, as we see, of those beautiful things that exist to awaken us, can cause an ever-greater sensation upon our skin that goes beyond the mere individually identifiable. Of what is individually identifiable, is understood of depression or insecurity. Yet, in what is equally identifiable among everything so beautiful, is through the understood identification of ourselves to another. Of life to itself, of one person to another, is the soon felt sensation known as “goosebumps”.
Towards what is beautiful, not merely to us, though in the universal connection between people who communicate through emotion, is enough to entertain the fragile with the acceptance that resides in the perfection of love. Our imperfection, due unto the depressive and lonely thoughts that correspond with sheer insecurity and doubt, can become alleviated in the belief of love. With love, imperfection becomes perfected.
As to the feeling of “goosebumps”, itself, it is the representation of hope. We are uplifted in a stronger sense, as such a raising of individual spots upon our skin shows that what is “identifiable” in this world does not need to be individualized and alone. We each can sit in the concert hall, listening to the majestic notes, to feel the same emotions, even if perceiving something of difference. Goosebumps are indeed the actual raising of the physical self, to the euphoric sensation of shared emotional understanding.
The physical self, so unmemorable to the depressed individual that it is the cause of their sadness. Not their mind, through depression is the representation of lacking love. Lacking embrace, that only arms can show to wrap around the woeful individual. As it is, we observe those goosebumps upon our arms, of mainly the forearms, where half the freedom is needed to hug a person, while the sleeves cut off at the elbows.
Raised flesh, is equivalent to a raised imperfection to the heights of limitless love. Within the stage of Heaven, if even for a brief glimpse unto it, is enough in the reminder for how paradise can be welcomed into another, by literal open arms.
Modern Romanticism 