Being

I live for moments when time stops and you just breathe.
Close your eyes, inhale, and wrap your soul around existance.
Laying in cool grass, blades pricking at your arms;
Breeze brushing over, thin and secret;
Naturally elegant.
Carrying in it something grander than I can imagine being.
Universes everywhere. Every being loaded with a story for why.
Foreign places with different languages.
Multilinguality learned by
Feeling...
Hearing...
Touching...
Seeing...
Experiencing love and hate and hurt.
You run with a smile, hit a thing invisible
Spin, fall, shake, clear the dizziness.
Get up and go again. Spin faster. Fall harder.
Scrapes deeper, gashing knees and palms, bleeding and crying.
Tears pour. They trickle. Drip. Dry.
You wrap your wounds and walk away and tell your tale.
Regret not because you've learned not to run when the floor is wet.
The scar remains, has changed your terrain. You will look and remember.
Embrace the memory. You have learned something new.
Reach out for more knowledge. Explore yourself. Kiss the girl.
Kiss the boy. Kiss the arm, pull it above the head. Enjoy.
Smiles infect and invade. Like sweet remnants of candy it lingers on your mouth.
You're beautiful that way.
I hope I did something to effect someone today. An unknown kindness noticed and cherished.
Connecting. Connecting.
To people, to my earth. Wrapping my soul around everything there is to know.
To know what hurt is. To know what love is.
To know what everything-in-between is.
To spread out and feel from your core, electrifying, travelling and reaching out the ends
Of your
Fingertips