Saturday, March 10, 2012

sometimes there are little pockets of beauty lying around waiting to be stumbled upon and sometimes the happiness that abounds is twofold (the joy of seeing something pretty and the joy of having someone to share it with) and yesterday many of those sometimes occurred each one infinite and unearthing something quite like rambunctious joy and naivete

i love you through sparks and shining dragons i do,
now there's poetry in an empty coke can
you got me off the sofa
just sprang out of the air,
the best things come from nowhere
i love you (i can't believe you care)