I love the world.
I think I love the world more than the people living in it, if they aren’t a part of it. They are, so I do love them.
The way the seasons and the weather and the touch and the sound and the thoughts and feelings of everyone and all of everything makes my heart race. I love the way the birds look, how they sing. I love the way the ocean sighs and heaves and sits in the bay. I love the way the moon spies on the world in the day and how the ice cracks beneath my weight in the winter. I love how we bleed, and how we rely so much on emotion, as people.
I don’t know. I think perhaps, we should all love the world like this. Then everyone would be happy. Everyone would revere it in the same way I do. A silent, reverent and bottomless love.
The world itself comforts me when nothing else can – all of it.
And I love it. All of it.
Maybe I’m a bit crazy?
