I have an odd obsession with words

and will often sit and restate every word

I said aloud that day.

Just to find the own hidden meanings,

I hadn't know my mind placed.

I can talk to myself for hours,

of all the things on my mind.

My mind searches for the depth

laced in every detail of every moment.

I find simple pleasure in watching

the way others interact with the world around them,

and often find fascination in the beauty

of a person who does not know they are being seen.

The sound of a bird,

the beauty of the evening sun on overgrown grass,

the smell of a post-rainy night

and the feeling of a bright sky of stars

gazing down upon me.

These are a few of the things I choose to fill my sould with.

Appreciation is an attribute that I find to be

permanently associated with my personality.

Whether it be the love I hold for the chirping birds,

or the teacher that smiles gently at me in the halls.

I find comfort in things that remain unchanging.

Like, the sun continually rising from the east each morning

to greet me with breathtaking beauty.

Or the return of the moon, evern after remaining unseen for weeks.

Beauty is everywhere, and I simply choose to see.

Not just look, not just smell, touch or hear.

I spend each day choosing to observe and see,

breathe in and breathe out,

feel with every nerve in my fingertips and I choose

to listen to every small noise

and hear every meaningful word.