I just have this craving,
this insatiable hunger
for beauty.
And I know,
I swear I know
I need to find the extraordinary
in the simple things.
And I look. I look all over.
And I find it in flowers,
in smells, in melodies,
in speed.
In the crispy crust of a slice of bread.
In a glass of cold milk.
And I am still hungry for more.
I want to drink it in.
In words, in letters.
I want it to overflow.
To make me sink into my chair with awe.
To make me laugh out loud or cry.
It doesn’t matter which.
It doesn’t matter, at all.
Lovely. xx
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