I wasn't the type
to write everyday,
or even to get inspired easily.
but I was the type to fall
in love each day.

Not necessarily with people,

but with the most simple &
common of things. The
Smile of a stranger reminded
me that the hearts of man
were still kind.

The warmth of the sun, on my face
Each day, quietly whispered
that things would be okay

and finally, the shapes the
clouds took on an overcast day
insisted that there was
beauty in sadness, in solitude.

I honestly believe that I'll die
In awe of this un appreciated
world and that breaks my
Heart