Tuesday, January 23
water drips from faucets. plop plop plop.
talking about the things i love make me happy.
perhaps it's from what i love to talk about
that i realize the little things i love.
the traces of beauty i glean from alice in wonderland
the snowdrops of nostalgia and lyricism of le petit prince
the antics of my cat and niece
the life story of my favorite philosopher
pitterpatter the silent raindrops
music from the romantic period
poetry like the flight of birds
the scarlet rivers of life
like things in the rain
beautiful people
french movies
fairytales
winter
love
i like wearing my hail to the thief t-shirt to philosophy class
because it cracks me up when the lecturer says something about what 2+2 equals.
i like burying my face in my cat's fur
even though she stinks of fish
i like lying in bed, listening to the sounds of water.
i like making little notes to myself with canary yellow squares
i like jumping, cobblestone to cobblestone,
the asphalt walkways sandwiched by a garden of roses.
i love waking up in the morning
with the hazy awareness
the gilded wonder of showers of blessing.
i revel in the merry contentment of repose
in a bed lined with rose petals and soft white feathers
like a child
looking at a world filled with possibilities and glittered dreams
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