To merely exist

How strange and pretty it is to merely exist
To watch the sky and wonder why it shines,
To stare at the sun being swallowed by the sea
And feel moved by its light.

To point a finger at a rainbow
And marvel at its colours each time,
To choose the prettiest flower
And place it in the hands of someone we love.

To spread our arms
When the wind blows a little too hard,
And hold someone’s hand
When we’re a little too scared.

To watch those around us grow
But never ourselves,
To think we have time
And then ask: “Where did it go?”.

To constantly overthink
And believe we did it wrong,
To be afraid of living and dying
And to know too much the difference.

The way we dream and hope
And search for magic in small things,
The way we wish upon stars and birthday cakes
And blow dandelion petals to the sky.

The way our legs tap to the music
The way it makes us dance and sing,
And brings back memories
We thought we had forgotten.

The way we perfectly laugh when we’re happy
And cry when we’re hurt,
The way we fall in love and suffer for it
And do it again after all.

The way we turn to words when living isn’t enough
The way we write and make Art,
Because deep inside we know
That life means much more than to just breathe.

To name the light
And ask questions no one answers,
To feel the joy and the grief, the love and the pain
To feel it all too deep and to merely feel it at all.