Take in the world
Take in the silhouette of the trees and how it crosses the lines of shadows of curtains and when the leaves rustle it'll look like warped, threaded illusions
Static going in and out of each other
When really it's just layers of darkness playing and hinting at secrets, taunting you to look closer
Let your fingertips linger on soft gray fabric and feel the knitted strings rub up against the creases in your skin
So at least they're acknowledged
Stand in a field and scream until your throat is sore and your heart splits open, then fall back into the tall grass where you'll feel the tips of flower petals reaching up to catch you
The wind will be cool and crisp and you'll never get tired of its licks and how it tickles all the hairs on your body
Because you were made for this world darling, so bask in it
Soak up summer days
Flowers in full bloom, gentle chimes, eyes scanning a thousand words on paper
The grooves of a record unraveling to spill out good music
Surrender to the pastel sky and let it bleed onto your skin and allow the light to kiss you
Take in the crinkles that form, the white flash of teeth when people laugh sincerely
The understanding nods and quiet smiles
Rich colors of fruit juice and paint that are far too extraordinary to exist
Have deep conversations that veer off across the world to whisper into someone else's ear
Plant the seed
Hear those melancholic tunes that make something inside your chest hatch and glow only to wisp itself away to the moment
Wear those worn out boots and let the bitter-sweet taste of wine make ripples on your tongue and buzz on your taste buds
S a v o r it
Savor the world because it took so much time speckling the trees with warm colors, meticulously carving out the stars so that each of their tips makes a perfect point
Harvesting wheat so that someone could transform it into dough, allowing you to have that first sugar-sprinkled bite of cinnamon roll that completely melts in your mouth
And take in the dim lighting of a cozy coffee shop, and the tip-tapping of fingers that type, the old comfy sofa cushions that smell of something that was once great, but wore away a long time ago
And cradle the too-big mug of sweet caffeine in your hands
Let the warmth seep into your fingers and feel that tingle in your stomach when you take the first sugary sip
Look around the room at the people chattering, notice the crackling sparks at the sides of their eyes when someone is listening intently, and focus on that painting on the soft yellow wall-- get lost in a sea of brushstrokes
You were made for this darling,
So take it all
in
