may 2010

I am solitude and stillness.
I am half full not half empty.
I am bubbles floating in the sunlight.
I am the knowing smile in the corner of a mouth.
I am not materialistic but I always want more...
I am the moving sounds of the buskers violin in the subway.
I am the crisp mountain air when you can see your breath.
I am the autumn leaves falling from the branches, stained with colour.
I am the tear of emotion rolling down a cheek.
I am...