find it

in between rays of light through wistful cotton

within blood rushing through veins

next to rivers lapping over stubborn stones

among dimly lit rooms with bright eyes and colorful drawings on the walls

along silhouettes of branches against navy skies

from the pin pricks of light piercing through the black fabric which holds us

through the rise and fall of breath

through the metronome that is the ticking heart

through thoughts deep as the ocean yet ephemeral as smoke

find it