seeing the world in a
drop of rain.
finding
meaning in the leaf that has just
fallen onto the pavement.
discovering truth in the
cracks of the living room
couch.
frantically catching thoughts–
like flower petals in a
whirlwind–
in the palm of my hand
before they escape
back into the universe.
hearing stories in her
breath as she lies
next to me,
how much i want
to kiss her.
seeing the universe through
a kaleidoscope,
smashing
it on the floor
in hopes that the colors will
repaint
the skies.
how reading
perfectly phrased metaphors just feels
whole, and like truth, and
like home.
Silenticel 