THE ELEGANCE IN EVERYTHING
sometimes when i’m reading in the morning sunlite, i’ll notice the fibers in the page & the smooth-pressed inking of letters &, all of a sudden, it’s difficult to even want to follow the progression of whatever story graces the table that particular day. the page glows pure white from behind its fonts & becomes a holy thing, like the very first time you found snow covering the world as a child in winter.
this happens every so often. usually just after sleeping deeply & just before finishing a cup of coffee. i honestly think it’s the natural state of seeing, that we bury in growing older & more jaded… the elegance in everything. i’d like to destroy those tired, guarded layers of my mind. i think heaven may be a lightness of being.
