To breathe without paying a price. To touch grass soft as velvet. To stand upon a ground that never slips away. To see more clearly than any camera lens. How lucky we are, to feel, to live, to spell our existence into words. To be shaken by a single sentence that reaches the deepest part of your soul. Quietly, yet addictively. You, and your poetry. You, and the words that soften the hardest hearts. How lucky we are.