The World Through My Eyes

The world through my eyes looks different than it really is.

Sometimes it’s a bit darker.

Bigger.

Or Smaller.

Sharper.

More frightening.

Less welcoming.

Sometimes it’s blurry.

Soggy.

Covered by a film of salt water.

Starting to dissolve.

 

But I live for the times when I see the world as a little brighter.

Bigger.

Or smaller.

Softer.

Full of possibility.

More embracing.

Overflowing with a thousand different kinds of beautiful.

Lovely.

Lovely.

Full of simple vibrant existence.