picture this;
you're standing at the tongue tip edge of
wherever you are,
whatever this is,
and from here you can almost see everything.
lovers waking up next to each other,
a child discovering art
with her hands,
a lonely park bench finding company
in a weathered man,
the sun whispering light through windows.
picture this;
you're standing at the edge of the shore
with every wave crashing at your feet,
with every breath in your lungs
exhaling you alive,
and you look around,
and isn't it beautiful?
my god,
its beautiful.
