The sunset was so beautiful today that it was transparent.
Colors don't speak to me, they grey in comparison to the wonder that black lines on white paper can sing. At 4:30, though, colors faded just as words and papers do, and the medium was lost to the meaning.
I couldn't smile big enough, so I opened my mouth and I laughed.
Joy is above letters and behind the sky--when my mind searches it is often afar off, but it is imminent in my soul.