He sat at the window, watching the sunset or perhaps passing forest
of a distant world as the noon ferry chugged across the bay.
He heard not the engine or the baby crying two seats behind him,
instead he was deep in conversation with philosophers and fools, children and sages.
He did not share the world I sat in, watching him as he watched universes and realities
completely alien to me.
Instead, he saw...
I looked through my wallet today
I don't carry it anymore
In today's day of plastic,
the wallet's unnecessarily fat.
There's no money in it
An old Bank card
Bestbuy and CVS cards
An old receipt
And photos
ohh, the photos
A photo of my ex and me,
It's Christmas time.
We're standing in front of my tree.
I thought I was going to marry her.
Opposite that picture is her senior picture
She's smiling
It's beautiful
And bittersweet
Those years were probably some of the most painful
in her life
And some of the most perplexing
in mine.
The next is a dear friend
Who I have grown apart from.
And then another ex,
Who I wronged.
I wish her happiness
Life
despite all its twists and turns, ups and downs, and tragedies
is beautiful.
From the sunset at dusk, to the snow laden tree
to the intricacies of a butterfly's wings
life is beautiful
if you only choose to look for it.
Music can capture the soul and communicate feelings and ideas
regardless of what language it's in, if it even has words.
The light in someone's eyes can convey what words often cannot.
It's the reassuring touch from a friend
A hand up from a stranger
The sunlight breaking through the clouds
or sinking behind the tree-line.
It's a kitten playing,
or a squirrel scurrying along a branch
It's the laughter of a