Little things I love

I was at the beach last week. A beach thick with beauty and a long drive. There are things that are madly attractive. I love things. things that have a soft foot traipsing around the waist of the sea. I love when tiny teeth of waves munch through the shoreline. Like a fire on a candle. I love how the sea is still beautiful without having sliced bread of flowers buttered somewhere in fresh corners. There is the sun that is going down at its side kneeling down in prayer. I love her more when she wakes from her ageless bed oblivious about how many spirits would have stayed awake counting her eyelashes. And the way she wakes the world colourfully, noisely yet without her own. Clouds and their singing in priests' attire carrying pink candy in their pockets. Sometimes we want to tell the world what we saw but not with our tongues. then there are the people. like avocado seeds removed from their fruit of duties. leaving it for glasses to drink their pain away. There are the poorer ones less known who are fully human rather looking richer for death. Then are things that are difficult to think they are animals crossing you, bent with hunger and sometimes with no waiter. Waiting with complains draped in care. Which question that answers will be the wind with a message that never will feed or greet their faces. To learn that they are here for a different reason, that they are naked with a brain but are acceptable from a human eye because we are different with reasons and I love how I love, listen and learn so many but I live only once.