I am myself.
One of billions,
a small s.p.e.c.k. of life.
My eyes
tell
a
tale of j-o-u-r-n-e-y.
I walk the road of inspiration
taking my time,
enjoying the small things in life.
Who would know that a
blade of grass could be
so
full
of life.
Billions of stars in the sky.
So bright,
so d i s t a n t,
overlapped with secrets
intended for two,
who lie upon the blades of grass
enjoying small pleasures in life.
Taking a pit-stop in their road of inspiration.
Their tale of j-o-u-r-n-e-y,
flowing in their hearts, not their eyes.
Both one of billions,
their own s.p.e.c.k.s. of life.
Being themselves;
themselves only.
Accepting what life gives to them
s t e
p by s t e
p.