someone once said
“beautiful things don’t find empty people”
and my heart stopped
as i stared at the old swing on the orange tree
people will say the most profound,
the most soul shattering things
in the face of beauty
it all washes over our heads, doesn’t it?
like the waves in salty summer sun
i am the shell they pass over
one day i will break
for i am hollow
so they beauty of summer days
will continue to pass me by
as i drown in bubbles









