Written Images.

     She’s my light when I am cloaked in darkness. The way she laughs, smiles and cries - It sets me on a high. Higher than any peak she takes me to the sky. Maybe it’s the happiness that emanated off her. Her skin is luminescent and it stretches right to my soul. The sound of her smile, the gleam in her eye. Golden is her soul, so fresh so raw. I admire her every flaw. She is so sincere. Now I see the possibility of happiness. I look through every person I encounter on my daily journeys. I look for the happiness I once seen. I’m at a loss of numbers because not one person conveyed what I desperately was in need of.

“What am I thinking?”
  
     I’m thinking; there must be one person on this earth with that glow of gold. Maybe the problem is we’re all seeking hoping to find. And not one person is trying to be that shine of gold that we see in the black and white photograph of a little girl’s eye.