The Way Things Are

The way a flower opens its petals.

The way wind can slam a door closed.

The way lovers commune.

The way artists re-imagine life.

The way plants take root in cracks of concrete.

The way new land rises from the sea.

The way cars crash on roads late at night.

The way life is born.

The way we take pleasure.

The way we peer through windows.

The way silence must be filled.

The way all stories eventually end in loss.

The way we like the familiar.

The way we need answers.

The way ambiguity is.

The way some are always alone.

The way we can never experience the same moment.

The way obscurity toils.

The way we need to divide.

The way we cannot find peace.

The way happiness is an open-ended answer.

The way days end.

The way a body decays .

The way the world is impartial.

The way mad men tower over us.

The way voices speak all at once.

The way thought enters consciousness.

The way chemicals create reaction.

The way drink numbs.

The way nothing is enough.

The way that that could be.

The way they never took.

The way we never considered.

The way we do not.

The way fire burns.

The way ants march.

The way old books age.

The way past dulls in color.

The way smell triggers memory.

The way it used to be.

The way seasons dictate our lives.

The way belief believes.

The way no one has yet found.

The way grammar orders.

The way you hear this.

The way rain falls.

The way an umbrella opens.

The way the wind rattles windows.

The way you are.

The way a child grows.

The way some remain unchanged.

The way the world is.

The way everything must be.

The way we change.

The way we do not.

The way stones rest.

The way pebbles skip across a pond.

The way a blue orb appears in a black sky.

The way light from dead stars reach us.

The way this must seem.

The way things were.