It’s a scary world

The one we live in

But you,

the space that you are,

Makes it a little more bearable.

It gets tiring, to search all the time

For a small sense of joy

Or for a moment of ease, that is gone before it settles,

But when I return to you

The searching stops.

Instead, I get lost

In the art on your walls

And the trinkets on your shelves

The jewelry that hangs and the photos scattered about

The opened packets of yet to be planted seeds

And the broken cameras.

So many broken cameras.

Your Jade green color

hidden by the chaos

The organized chaos

I get lost in you

And I forget to search

And suddenly,

It all gets easier.