ordinary extraordinary

i look at the sky and its beautiful out there. i look at these flowers and it feels like life’s blooming with them, just like them. i look at the sun shining through the windows and it feels like a promise that every today will turn into a hopeful tomorrow. i look at the moon and it reminds me of yours, slightly better in ways only you know. its a long day, i look at the agenda for the day and all i can think of is you always at the beginning and the end of it. i look at the lamplight looking back at me and all i can think of is, how after the sun, this seems just ordinary. its easier to explain this way, perhaps some people are the same. you look at them once and everyone else becomes just ordinary.