When your gut speaks to you
It may just be a whisper.
So soft, you don't even know what it's saying.
It is in times like these that you must listen hardest.

The Beauty of Trees

The beauty of trees is their innately strong cores.
Exposed in the winter, they hibernate inside of themselves;
And the next summer come back just as strong.
Stronger even; that's the beauty of trees.

Each passing year they grow and
They have the capacity to
Live for
eons. Lifetimes.

The beauty of trees is that their core can handle
Being exposed.
The beauty of trees,
without their leaves,
Can be examined by the human observer.
But beneath it all, is where the true beauty lies.
Contemplative, objective, subjective?
Is the real beauty of trees.

They come out of it when the sun shines;
and the true beauty of trees
is that their leaves
come back with each passing year.

When love is the priority

When love is the priority

You will fall for everything,

You will forgive all

And trust me, you will fall.

When love is the priority

Colors are brighter

More vivid.

You will be content and blissfully ignorant
 - when love is the priority -

You will be a fool.

You sacrifice yourself,

You give up so much

To much.

When love is the priority,

You will forgo all other opportunities;

You will allow all the things you once held true - to be altered.

You lose yourself, when love is the priority.

Used to looking at subdued stars and people in masks.
Both covered by pollution we create.