The word does not exist.

The one word that encompasses

the vast range of emotions and

complex feelings of my current state.

I've been searching for one word.

A simple way to express

that which is not simple at all.

The English language is a beautiful art.

An intricate way of communicating

with words and symbols.

But in so many ways it is lacking.

Lacking the words and implications I need

to express the art of feelings.

The things that are not constructed

by the human mind,

and have no set construct at all.

It's a sea of faces,
a smattering of names.
Some matched to another,
for others it seems unimportant.
How to judge the effort
needed for such a daunting task.
What really matters
is not for me to decide.
The end of the ocean
is the beginning of life.

It's the simple Joys in life,

that make one's heart soar.

There are times when it may

take the moving of mountains

to raise her spirits;

but today, it is as simple as

flashing a quick smile.

Joy - only 3 letters in length.

Short and sweet,

we just need to be willing.

We bring it back down
to a level that we can all reach.

Waiting eagerly for the feeling
to wash over our entire bodies.
Did it really mean that little?
Or did it really mean the world.
Who's to say.
Watching out of the corner of an eye.
The movement was so swift,
barely a blip on the radar.
We begin to move forward,
because we don't have the option
to move backward.
Maybe that's for the best.
Who's to say.

i had too many little mementos to fit in my scrapbook, so i made a poster out of them.