Is this what writers do? Conjure the worst then set you there, contorting to listen for the beauty that sings in suffering? Your boiling body fights, trembling and next to you in darkness, brooding I see the struggling and the worst and imagine your beauty
as a memory that enters a room full of mourners- sunlit breeze captured in billowing fabric which turning and holding you there for a moment lets you go as the tears and the chatter go on
the flowers spread their limbs basking in the sunlit glow as the refreshing morning dew caresses their curved leaves. their vivid petals flirt with the colorful sunbirds, pulling them closer and closer to the sweet, sticky pollen, which rains all over the soil as more flowers begin to wake up.
8:52 AM sitting at my local coffee shop. Looking out into the overcast sky. Strong breeze knocks my napkin onto the ground, and I go to pick it up. Look up and down the street I see her, yellow dress white skirt the most vibrant person I've ever laid eyes on. She lights up the street, without doing anything out of the ordinary, just walking, but I find myself staring at her in awe of the beauty set before me. Beautiful amber eyes, long brown hair. Shining ray of sunlight pierces the gray clouds of my boring life, swiftly illuminating me and wrapping my heart in the warmest comfiest blanket. Still being crouched over caught in a situation I've never been in before I attempt to get up and return my napkin to the table. I won't probably ever see that girl again, but those few seconds of absolute radiance reminded me that there is a life worth living.
closing my eyes as the sunlight kissed the window a blooming rose lightly caressing my face, confessing his deep, passionate love, wrapping his leaves around me, protecting me with his mild, earthy scent, loving me with softness and strength.