Beautiful Things
It’s because I love the orange tint
And hand painted clouds
Dipped in neon pinks and yellows
Over the horizon and seemingly quiet sea
And because I love the feeling of laughter
After a cold spell without even a smile
Because of the way it feels to stretch out in bed
Even after the day has abused me
And thrown refuse at me from all angles
Because of the heartfelt conversation
Of a lost old friend
Or the memories of times past
When I felt the excitement rush through me
Like the warm sea salt wind at dusk
And the hope I can feel that again
It’s because of these
I stay around
When my mind tells me it’s not worth it
When my obligations pile onto me until
I can no longer breathe
When hurtful words penetrate me so deep
That killing my heart seems the only way to relieve it
But because of these things
I stay and fight
To live
And to feel these beautiful things once again