please bare with my writings

you are the infinite possibilities i cant reach out

i can find you in every good morning coffee, in every bright color, and in every warm weather
i can find you in the curve between your lips, in the depth between your eyes, and in the gentleness between your arms
i can find you in every good things

but you can't find me in those

because you are the infinite possibilities i cant reach out
and i am the one possibility you would never have thought