augustus

how beautiful you are, my darling. Focus. a focus. Each day is a long line of moments and a few stand out among the many. some are so fleeting but some grab us by the throat until we turn anew, some like to poke at another moment we’ve held dear. How glorious it is that we with our mere anchors for bodies can experience short bottles of time that lift us from where we are and turn on the lights. Ya know, when someone says that something and their eyes light up and you just deeply want to paint with the color of their voice. Because you know you could always dig that painting out of the attic and stare into the color and remember, even for a second, you can climb once again to the peak of that moment and rest upon it. You can sit at the top and see for miles the feelings, smells, befores and afters of right then.

It is those moments and those people that bring us neck deep into the ocean of abundant appreciation. if you recognize the blessings you have, you’re drowning. In goodness. and the richest love known and unknown.

Ever look at someone and just feel like they alone are the entire world? ever hold a hand and long to always have it there. Good. glad for you. never met a person in my life that in my life that i can say I have felt honest hate for. because in everyone there lies some good somewhere. It may very well be a minuscule particle of good dust that they accidentally breathed in at a birthday party or something, but its there within them. As it is also in every situation.

may who has been be revived again, may the woods swallow up the shivering wind. May the hour behind bring peace to your mind, and may that light in your eye cease to die.