I just might try my hand at writing somethings here and there again.
walking along the annex at night,
piercing wind against my face,
i looked towards the sky
mistaking every glowing bulb
atop every street light
for the moon.
i am not expecting to
have my cake and eat it, too.
all i want is one slice.
like, even a small slice would do.
i won’t even finish the whole thing,
i’d take at most a bite or two.
i’m really only mostly window shopping,
i am not here to take over your bakery.
I am so in love with reality. Both when it is good and bad to me. I am not high on life, but I am high on the notion of living. Both when it is painful and when it is delightful.
Reality has a texture. It has a sense to it that I can sense. I can run my fingers against the edges of reality and just take it in.
I accept and love reality for what it is.
It is, indeed, this relationship with reality that gives me a great appreciation for it. It gets me through the rough and easy times. It helps me create these times. That is where I want to be. A part of creating the times around me.
I accept and love reality for what I can make it.
The world is so beautiful.