Wonderland and the Art Knowing the Sun Will Shine In Through My Window the Moment I Open the Blinds.

I am envious of you. In this moment. This moment alone. Separate. From any other moment, any other second. I am envious. Fleeting. Coming and going. In waves. In this moment alone. I can close my eyes and see it and embrace it. It can't escape this moment. You are an angel. Embracing the sky. You are a garden. Embracing the grass, welcoming gnomes. I am envious. Breathe it in. Let it be. Envy. You are a thinker and a poet and you find a way to believe. I want to believe. You are beautiful. And it reaches far beneath your face to a place I can only see when you smile. And when you cry. I am envious. I want to be beautiful. In this moment alone. You are reflected in the folds and rolls of breadcrumbs littering a basement floor. And I am envious of you. Copper eyes stranded in a storm that is screaming in your ears. And you find a way to laugh. You are smaller than a grain of sand, but you made a mark on this planet. A crater that will never wash away. I am envious. In this single moment. Alone. Standing out in history. I want to feel it forever. To envy and to know what it is to want. I want to feel. I want to envy. I am envious of you. In this moment. And this moment alone.