poetry teaches you how to see.
writing, really, teaches you the intricacy
of description and the beauty of the world.
for example, you can look at a night sky
and see a simply black sky with stars, but
i see it as a brushstroke of the deepest of blues,
spreading across the world. so dark that
it almost consumes you, if not for the tiny
diamonds that are encrusted in it, crea-
ting the most beautiful of constellations.
or you can see a tree in the middle of the
day, and think that it looks pretty cool.
i'll see it and see a green that could liven up
the saddest of souls, with leaves that glow so
nicely, thanks to the glimmering rays coming
out of the sun. an unviewable sun that still
affects the whole spectrum of the almost
unbearable summer day, that is made okay
by the simple notion that days like this don't
stay forever. the simple act of writing has
taught me to see and appreciate the things
that you could let slip out of your grasp so
easily. it teaches so much and does so little.