Like the wings of a bird, I spread out my arms as I let myself fall into the unknown. I have developed trust in the beautiful unknown, as it’s way of unfolding has become warm to my heart— these gifts wrapped as moments. My heart drifts and dances with ideas, as my mind stretches in hopes to understand them.

I daydream of a beautiful world I long to live in through the eye of creation.

I find magic in a moment, in a single frame of time. I recall moments past as I allow them to drift behind me like a feather floating down a river. Every moment a song, so often I can’t find the words. Every moment a gift, so often I take for granted.

Every moment an extension of myself,
Every moment an extension of yourself.

Perhaps, just perhaps, life is simply an unexpected moment.

Love and light,