W is for...
To some, wonder comes in all shapes and sizes.
To others, it is merely be a two syllable word.
I myself wonder whether my appreciation and gratitude for things will ever cease.
I hope not.
Why do I find something like a bloom so complex?
Why do I find joy in meeting new people?
Why am I amazed and excited when I see something that I know I'll never touch?
Why do I find myself feeling special in this mass universe?
Why do I feel that people have crossed my path for a reason?
I wonder what others think of me.