Let’s just say that I have a person in my life who is the best muse. Let’s just say that she’s the real definition of poetry in motion. She inspires me.
I feel like I’ve been blessed with the best... the best of things, the best of people, the best of everything the world has to offer.
She makes me a better human, she speaks multiple languages but shows me that there is no language needed to show love, she probably loves animals more than humans. She makes me calm, and makes me fall in love with the idea of self-love. She proves to the world that there is no such thing as perfect, even when she is perfect to me just the way she is. I wish I could’ve pointed out one thing that I love the most about her, but that’s not possible, cause she has so much that I love about her, that choosing one thing would be an insult to her.
I keep writing all these pieces about her, because I know that I’ll fall short of words when she’s right in front of me. Maybe it’s just proof of how dumbfounded she leaves me. Or maybe it’s just a way of letting her know that I’m thinking of just her even while she isn’t around.