Sometimes I want to write about the rain. And the way petals fall to the ground in swooping motions and land quietly. And greens in all shapes rustling in gentle breezes... but I can't because trying to quantify or encapsulate all of life's simple beauties is not something I'm ever quite in the right place to tackle. Nor will I ever fully be able to capture the scope of emotion and grandeur that is building friendships and various other bridges. Because I can't. And I won't. It's for that same reason that sometimes it's not always the biggest thickest hallmark speeches that hit home, but rather the welcome embrace and presence of a loved one. Sometimes you don't need to be told something, you just need to feel something. It's why sometimes, even on my better, brighter days I find it hard to open my mouth and form words. It's nothing as poetic as saying silence isolates and magnifies the beauties that uphold it, while that may very well be the case, but rather that sometimes just being in that moment is enough. And maybe it's not enough for everybody, but it is most times enough for me. Let the quiet sway in slow tides to develop the picture laid out before you and be happy with what comes to be.
So if on my brightest days, when solar rays glisten on my teeth, unabashedly born in smiles and contained laughter, do not be taken off guard by the gaps in the air that my words do not fill. Know that I am happy, and content and satisfied and this is just how I show it. I just have to sit back and watch, sometimes against walls at social gatherings by the punch bowl and others on creaky park benches, and breathe it in, and out, and in again and let the emotional high set in.
Sometimes... I just need a minute. And it's always for the best.
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