A poem I wrote this morning about life and the beautiful, little things in it. The spoken word video I made for it is below as well.
Life is stitched from the smallest threads
the glow of sunlight on morning coffee,
laughter that lingers in an empty room,
the quiet rhythm of your own heartbeat.
We look up, thinking we’re small,
but the night sky carries every story, every secret, every spark and still, it makes space for us.
We are constellations in motion, drawn together by invisible lines.
And the simple fact that we can feel:
joy, sorrow, love, or ache, that is the greatest magic of all
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