gull.in.the.sky

sometimes the expanse of it

is too great

and sometimes the blue of it

is too pure

and sometimes the grandeur of it all

is too lovely

and you ask yourself

is this all for me

all of this goodness in one place

and the very thought of that

forms your heart into

a kinder version of itself

and it is then

that you decide it must be true

{xo, moi}