The smallest things make my heart warm. The way my shadow throws itself upon the green, green grass as I read in a perfectly still lotus. The childish way I hold my breath whenever I write down my feelings on my phone and send them to a human near you. The rock-solid awareness of breating again, and realizing I have opened myself to you and the world. The slow, lazy steps I take when drifting through the old city, with my heart in relentless suspense. The silky touch of my breath across my lips and its turning white into the cold morning air as I run through the world at sunrise.
Life is but beautiful alchemy, a golden blend of deepest emotions.