What Gets Me

People.

People from all walks of life.

different languages,

customs and habits.

People move about in a certain way,

they smile a certain way,

even argue a certain way.

People are the intelligence

we come to learn and grow from.

Places.

No two places are the same,

just as no two thoughts,

no two people.

Low buildings to highrises,

Houses built looking the same,

yet inside, decorated differently.

People place their personal touch;

their beauty of decoration.

Ideas.

We all have them.

Without them,

we have nothing.

With them,

possibilities are endless.

Take one person, one idea.

Two people multiply thought,

and so on ... endless.

Love.

People care.

People hold passion,

and just not for love itself.

It could be their idea,

their home,

or ideas that bring them harmony.

With all these things combined,

there is a story within to write.

Five days to write.

Five minutes to post time.

Five seconds to smile as you read.

Simple joy in knowing,

writer's make reader's pleased,

saddened, angered, joyful.

If only I could see the faces

when they read.