elise.writer

Gazing out, Quiet

Is the touch of a sunbeam on my shoulder

The familiar crême shade of

Thursday morning pumpkin spice lattes

Parallels the clouds’

Color, tide’s scampering in and out,

I have come to realize that the most tender thing is not pain, but happiness. 

So random, so elusive, an intangible wisp in the void. 

I can't control how long it stays, before it 

aqua waters, lush green forests, city lights aglow

i feel like a little kid, wide eyes, wide smile

world’s too big to wrap my mind around just yet, and

the distance across the lake seems infinite