2:00 AM

How do you define a beautiful place?

Does the place even matter or are the people in it what makes it?

I ask myself.

Questions. Thoughts. Emotions.

The arguments?

The conflict between a heart and a mind.

A turmoil of emotions.

The force you require to stop the heavy tears.

That force. Where does it come from?

I ask myself.

It's movies and music. Words and pictures. Strokes of blue on brown.

The first cup of coffee with translucent ice.

A tree's shade by the morning walk.

Greetings but with a smile.

Prayers from mothers.

Good night's sleep.

Art. Of course.

Why does it make us happy?

I ask myself.

The smile at a loved one's sight.

The joy of a joke.

The cherry flushed cheeks.

The pain of a part.

The lump in the throat.

The stretch in the heart.

Where does it come from?

I ask myself.

Do we breathe in these questions

only to breathe them out?

At two, when I could not sleep

I ask myself.

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