my joy does not come without cost my peace without punishment ever since i was a child dreaming of stars able to recall scents of sweet breezes wafting through leaves i had only seen in my mind basking in the ethereal hungrily taking in the ephemeral then my mothers howling and porcelain chips embedded in our walls how do i return my heart to the blue sky when it is pierced by flecks of red when screams thunder out scraping away any other sounds how do i turn my ear to the songs of birds and wind and rain and the slow growing of moss the deep grumble of the earth our many skitterings across its soil? i am so enraptured in the little things and not so naive as to forget the big things are even little to things beyond them i am obsessed with the noticing of
beautifully written
Thank you! 🙏🏽