Smiles, like sunlight, can be dusty when they finally emerge after being tucked away for too long

Looks can be sharper and harsher than February winds

Words heal wounds and leave bitter tastes

To-do lists cause claustrophobia

And smiles from strangers emit a therapeutic noise

The smell of those roses, her coffee, your cologne, are memories- spinning, floating, bouncing through the air and touching everything and everyone in their way

All that exists achieves more than an existence

Being here and now, listening, watching, feeling, smelling-sensing all that is also here, is a tremendous feat and accomplishment in itself-it is enough, and anything besides it not more necessary or more important

Existing is poetic


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