the sound of the ocean tide rolling in, the water lightly splashing against your face, as you lick the saltiness from your lips
laughter around a table, smells encircling the room as the meal makes its way to hungry bellies
the tears of a friend as she confides in you, and you know lending a listening ear is the best you can do
overlooking the high peaks of the mountains, the rolling hills that seem to have no end in sight
there’s beauty in it all
the warm summer night breeze pressed up against your cheek as you roll the windows down to feel the freedom a little bit more
the church pew that first got you asking answers to all life’s biggest questions
the cackling of a fire on a cold winters night, warming your chilled body as you snuggle in tight
the walk with a friend that you can pick up right where you left off
there’s beauty in it all
experiences and moments that shape us, memories that define us
they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I long to be the beholder that sees the beauty in my own story, in my own life.
In my own humanity and complexities
In your own own humanity and complexities
Behold, you are the holder of beauty and the lens in which you see your story is placed in the eyes of the beholder
theres life in the desert 