Have you ever felt the kiss of a good book?
the wispy yellowed pages caress your fingertips
the faded font raised slightly
the spine of the book thick in the palm of your hand
the weight of a written fantasy is a fine load to lift
Have you ever lived not in complexity
but in simplicity?
Complexities are abundant and most sought after:
Simplicties are what is most treasured.
Like the curvature of a porcelain coffee mug against your lips
Like the feel of a knit scarf encircling your neck with a gentle choke
Like the perfect photograph of the perfect landscape
So beautiful, it almost makes you believe in the definition of "perfect"
Like the smile you exchange with a stranger
In a foreign place, with a foreign language
Is defined not in the complexities that are rarely achieved
But in the day-to-day occurrences that temporarily enlighten us
Not in how much money is in our bank accounts
Or how many followers we have on a social network
Or how many likes we get on a picture
But the smile you share with a stranger in a foreign coffee shop
Over a beautiful photograph
With a knit scarf wrapped around your neck
And the curvature of the coffee cop pressing familiarly against your lips
And the book kissing your hands with its weight of a written fantasy.