With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied.

there are many beautiful things about this world.

if we counted them all up into one great list, I’m sure it would be long enough to do something great, (or very cliche) like reaching to the moon and back.
A piano note is struck along side another, and their harmony tangos in the air and slides into the ear and delves into the most melancholy part of the brain. Like something magical, happiness occurs. Why is that? 
Beauty.
A flower that gazes at the sky will reveal its face to any passerby if given the chance. And when it sacrifices itself from the earth into the hands of its beholder, it is only time until its petals are crushed. It bleeds for you. The worlds first color.
And I am here. Here now, with curls and scars and lashes.  
Love simmers in everything that He touches; to be remembered by such greatness is validation enough for any life. And mine will do fine; it will do just fine.
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