within the word, "everything,"
you find the word, "thing."
such a mundane word
for something that encompasses
every aspect of who i am.
and maybe that's suiting.
or maybe it's diminishing.
i may not know a lot about who i am,
who i'd like to be,
where i'd like to go,
or what i'd like to do.
but i do know that there will be many "things"
accompanying me on my journey.
like my little nothings,
your sweet love notes
i hide in my favorite place.
or my art things
which i only stare in amazement
(and maybe intimidation-- i never use those things).
there will be somethings,
the feeling under my skin
when all i'd like to do is disappear
or when you whisper words
into my ear, words i've never heard before.
i can only hope there will be everythings
you, you are my everything
us, we are everything i thought love was meant to be (and more)
me, undeniably in love with you,
who you are,
who you want to be,
where you'd like to go,
and what you'd like to do.
and hopefully this something
will turn into a thing of the universe
(but never a mundane aspect)
with things, come hope,
and nothing is always guaranteed.