I find myself wanting to ask you so many things...
but I catch myself, wondering what you'd think of me.
So instead of asking out loud, I'll let these thoughts drift by.
There's no need to answer. Just be here with them.
Do you like the sky better when it's perfectly clear...
or when the clouds give the light somewhere to hide?
Is the smell of the earth right after it rains
a comfort to you, too?
Do you prefer the windows wide open to hear the world,
or the silence of a room tucked away from it all?
When you look at the stars, does the vastness
make you feel small, or does it make you feel safe?
Do you like the sound of a city waking up,
or the sound of the woods going to sleep?
Would you rather walk through a field of tall grass,
or sit by the water and watch the ripples move?
Do you find peace in the first light of the morning,
or in the very last glow of the sun?
Thank you for letting me be vulnerable for a moment.
I'm glad you're here.