Why do I give so much?

So much of my life?

Over to love?

Because I waste each day that I don't love.

That I don't cherish.

That I don't experience with awe.

With wonder.

With a sense of discovery.

Rediscovery.

Rediscovering the little bits of love that I forgot.

The sound of the birds chirping in the morning.

Especially that one birdsong.

It had like five distinct parts.

When I was really listening.

I loved hearing that song.

I could see and feel everything.

Each note.

I saw the song in my heart.

Stress blinds me.

Distraction kills me.

Kills the moment.

Consumes everything.

The now dies.

But I always have the next moment.

To listen.

To listen for that song.

That beautiful song I love.

Then I'm back.

Back to now.

Back to love.