Library

In a faraway field of stars, there spun a library filled with stories. One story lay in the form of a salvia flower never received, only to be ever held by the giver in a ghostly manner. The royal purple string of salvia contained a million words never said, good actions overtaken by fear. Among the salvia, there were other unconventional expressions of stories. Beautiful pieces of pottery crafted in Pompeii seconds before devastation struck. This was a library filled with paintings crafted in the midst of wars and captured air from never-ending summer nights. This was a library dedicated to time. To know it was to love it. To see it was to be in awe.

Every flower on our library of earth contains a million words, every painting has thousands of thoughts behind each brush stroke, every article of clothing has an intended meaning, every person has a story. Read it. Love it. Be in awe of it.