Saudade ft. Chanel - 11:36 pm

There's this overwhelming nature to beauty that usually induces me to tears. Maybe, it is because I've always been a

sensitive soul.

Contrary to many personal reviews, 'Coco' doesn't remind me of lust. It reminds me of passion - not something that is

sweet or innocent...it's like a yearning love? (I always this unsure of my own feelings.) I noticed that the perfume creates four

distinct scents. The first being spicy - a seductive, 'come hither' scent. The second being powdery - a comforting clean

 scent that reminds me of fresh laundry. I'm still having trouble describing the last one. But, I will try. It reminds me of

an interesting combination of hibiscus, cloves, cotton, and an approaching storm. The fourth and last phase of 'Coco'

elicits a sense of closeness. Like, a physical closeness - almost like skin.

Overall, 'Coco' reminds me of warmth and comfort. There's something so beautiful about this perfume, that I honestly

want to cry. I actually find it empowering that I was able to purchase this on my own, with my own money.

 It's empowering to me that I purchased a perfume by the revered woman that is the epitome of luxe and glamour and

the creator of the modern woman, on my own.

I think I should add that it makes me feel hopeful, for I may one day have someone to share this experience with.

Quixotism

I'm an idealist.

I'm an also a realist.

I often come to find these two sides battling it out, trying to assert their dominance, and telling me which outlook I should apply to my life.

Lately, I've been a realist. Or more of a pessimist. They're honestly one and the same.

As an idealist, I also tend to think I'm Superwoman - I can handle anything and nothing is too large for me to handle. It's a personal strength and my greatest weakness.

I started college exactly a year ago (my last post) and I've been losing little pieces of myself along the way. I allowed my past desires and passions and the little fire in me I've always possessed to slowly fade.

I've made a recent change, albeit. Through the help of lovely friends I have made/grown closer to in college, I realized that the fire didn't completely die out but was actually residual embers.

If you are on a true quest for knowledge and you decide to pursue that journey through the means of getting a higher education, don't get lost in the blur an definitely do not let that little fire in you die out.

I realized it's so easy to have the stress of school kill the child-like wonder and naivete you had right before you headed on the path towards independence.

Sing Me to Sleep

Gentle fingers, strum

His bobbing Adam's apple

Serenades, my sleep

Soft laughter, moans wakes the night

'Only in my dreams', I say