As of the past few years, dare I say it, I've fallen in love with you.
Something about the way you surround everything with crisp, white, pure, and symbolic snow just
keeps me wanting more. Through the past 3 years of standing at that dreaded bus stop, now come the days of independence and a freedom to love what I wish in my own ways. I swear I could stare out of my window for hours simply watching the world interact with you. It is only in the extremes of seasons that I find myself almost in aw of what this world holds. What beauty it holds. What opportunities it holds and everything in between. It's bitter nights like this that I find myself listening to the perfect music. Feeling the perfect way. Not holding my breath. I'm grateful for these moments and all the mind boggling art on this planet.
It is simply one more thing to remind me, what matters to me is creation.
The creation of a beautiful day.
Of a beautiful life.
And a beautiful heart.
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