what sort of matter is
a prayer composed of,
and do the birds know
this play of light
in the mist,
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
favorite photo in the world
Spread peace, love and light!
this photo makes me happy