your surroundings appear aesthetic
by virtue of your existence.

and i tend to ruin everything i find beautiful.

The pearly snow
Beneath my feet
As I tread

Underneath
Looking
Sky unfolds before me

Bright blues
Your silver-lined clouds interrupting the otherwise smooth ocean of air

Vast
Vibrant
The white-capped mountains zig-zagging along the distant horizon

Trees laid bare in front of eyes
Waving branches
As if in distress

I am inhabiting a dream

Believing found poignancy to be a temporary illusion
Too beautiful to exist in actuality

Reflective sight reminding paradise does in fact take residence on earth