Daylight

Dawns across city skylines

Take my breath away.

Whisk it far off into the coming day.

I love sunrises in cities.

I hope to awake to this

Glorious phenomenon

Everyday, later in my life.

So I can be speechless

And breathless

And thankful for every morning.

Because the beauty

Never fades.

Of nature and the stark world

Of the city coming together to wake each other.

And reflect and play off the other.

I love the city dawn.

We ought all to be happy.

Live isn't worth living in misery.

Days and weeks will pass in despair,

And we will want them to pass quickly.

Wishing our lives away.

But some days and weeks,

Some months

Are no good.

But overall,

There is no point of life if we are not happy.

I don't care what makes you happy,

Do it.

Be happy.

Be a happy individual so you may live your life to its fullest.

In happiness

We bloom and stretch towards the sun.

I want us all to be flowers

On the windowsills,

Faces turned to the warming sun.

Happy.

Happy with beauty and our lives,

All that is, and isn't.

Can't be, won't be,

Should be, wouldn't be.

Happy with the mornings and the evenings

And the late nights in the summertime.

Happy for moments so small

That we usually let them escape.

Life is all about being happy.

Why live in misery?

We are only living for ourselves,

I think.

It's selfish, but true.

Do what makes you happy,

And the rest will follow suit.

Some odd thing makes it turn out that way.

Makes it all work out.

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I could sit and discuss politics for hours

With my grandparents, who are wiser than I,

I could let myself get lost in the words

That spin themselves thick as wool

In tales and opinions and

The laughter that comes with the word 'family'.

Stories always seem so grand

When told by the ones who know them best.

No secondhand storytelling.

Straight from the source.

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And you,

The who I sometimes turn

Completely star-crossed over.

I don't know what to do

About you.

This adorable strange one

I've found

And cannot forget.

What of you?

Why do people say the things they do?

Why is it that we won't ever be?

I could answer swiftly.

But I always wonder,

Would such things really stop this?

If it is meant to be, it'll come out.

But it isn't.

So we go on living,

One in blissful oblivion,

And the other in pained content.

"If you love something, let it go"

I've heard.

Like birds.

I've never had you,

But I like to think I've let you go,

So one day you may return.

And these silly nightmarish dreams

Will cease,

And I will really be able to

Understand.

Goodnight.

Adieu.